Being born, infant scorn
Inside this infernal blackened room
I'm the master, I live faster
Come into my dank and secret tomb
Sorcerer, sorceress
Follow me into hell and you won't get lost
f*ck me, f*ck you
But in here there is no place for the cross
Power flows, evil grows
In this dark stagnant womb of sin
Come to call, down the hall
And I will f*cking usher you in
f*cking hell, cast a spell
Don't give a f*ck about the f*cking cost
Pentagram, foul man
And still there is no place for the cross