African Rundown

Rise from Hell, Soul tormenting, heads of the gates, burns to cross,
die and die every day you fall, you’ll be kneeling to me.
profaning all existing deity, I stab my wide faith, no religion, no wars.
wall bodies, blood on my hands, ripping the sacred holy page feel the sound of
trumpets death, his eyes blood, divine blood on my cup, fallen into disgrace
angel of death
playing with the blood of the dead
my mind gushing sorrow, my soul is destined to live in hell
burns to the crucified