The cellar passage is connected
To the instinctive fulcrum of the cross to eleven
The lacks of breath chokes the act of praying
And there's no way out from this cursed place
Now I know what's the meaning of the words
"To deserve Hell, eternal deserve"
Anguish drive me crazy,empty & depress
Unknown fear frighten me
The one in hell doesn't speak, it's a deep prostration state
Where emptiness & anguish totally get the upper hand over everything
God left this place too, because he renounced to pretend my soul
The winged b**** of prostitution wants me to celebrate our marry
When I asked to the medium what's the undead world
She enigmatically answered me
Telling about my future & my destiny, fear in my head
Ready to face the worst things
All my worries & troubles were written
In this page & recorded in this tape
This place gives no s***e to pray your God
Because you're unawared but possessed
Fear & anguish flowing along these walls
Are much bigger than the usual harmony of the soul
I don't believe to all that poets
Preachers & Satanists who talk about hell
They describe an estetic
Romantic & decadent evil
But evil is really not as they say
To the instinctive fulcrum of the cross to eleven
The lacks of breath chokes the act of praying
And there's no way out from this cursed place
Now I know what's the meaning of the words
"To deserve Hell, eternal deserve"
Anguish drive me crazy,empty & depress
Unknown fear frighten me
The one in hell doesn't speak, it's a deep prostration state
Where emptiness & anguish totally get the upper hand over everything
God left this place too, because he renounced to pretend my soul
The winged b**** of prostitution wants me to celebrate our marry
When I asked to the medium what's the undead world
She enigmatically answered me
Telling about my future & my destiny, fear in my head
Ready to face the worst things
All my worries & troubles were written
In this page & recorded in this tape
This place gives no s***e to pray your God
Because you're unawared but possessed
Fear & anguish flowing along these walls
Are much bigger than the usual harmony of the soul
I don't believe to all that poets
Preachers & Satanists who talk about hell
They describe an estetic
Romantic & decadent evil
But evil is really not as they say