At soft night of fire, the earth goes out of its bed
I bury you such, a gravedigger in routine

Severe tortures, I hotes you life
I send you to Hell, a present to God

[Refrain] X2
Your Blood, runs along my arms
Feel this slow pain
And pray for your sins
Because you are going to pay price

Thoughts ghoulish, you are completely right
You should think, has send me to prison

But at wan't easy, to go out of this coffer
You can still dig, the threshold of your tomb

[Refrain] X2
Your Blood, runs along my arms
Feel this slow pain
And pray for your sins
Because you are going to pay price

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