I speak for the sake of death
Inveined in divine possession

I am but a slave under His immortal will
Entering a bane towards a pantheon, for the flesh of murder
Option are no more, my human mind must die
My covenant is to be held through death and on�

Sworn to the master
His kingdom is ahead
A life for him is harsh and strikt
Do your deeds and you shall be picked�

�And your place in Hell will be assured
Ye and I shall follow the words of the Lord

I am but a slave under His immortal will
Entering a bane towards a pantheon, for the flesh of murder
Option are no more, my human mind must die
My covenant is to be held through death and on�

Death; a travel, comes out from the dark
Suicidal winds of madness
The spontaneous negativity upon the human soul

Adapt to the unknown, embrace with it deep,
The only truth, the task remains to be completed

Kill yourself, do as He tells you
Murder and take advantage, you know that it is right
Complete the task which is given to you

The stench is getting stronger
The whispers are getting louder, it will never stop
Weak and disemboweled, crawling for a saviour
All that is heard is the whispers from the Master

Rectify your mistakes and do what you are told
And your journey towards the dark will be complete