Roman Questioned for the cause that lies unknown Pressed firmly to the hot coals Repent for the gift of the blissful blow For no more pain Joints torn apart in vengeful rage Held within the iron cage Another soul another pain Septic lying in their own waste Torn apart… The helpless dead from the start Lives to fuel the fire of the developing ways The darkened days Recreated they're now our spawn Turn their face from the light For they fear their turn It is known where they hide Satisfaction through split flesh is what we reap Infatuation with the colour of life Living real our fantasies Taking pleasure from the bloodied frail The application of pain our new religion Pray… Torn apart… The helpless dead from the start Lives to fuel the fire of the developing ways The darkened days Recreated they're now our spawn Turn their face from the light For they fear their turn It is known where they hide Satisfaction through split flesh is what we reap Infatuation with the colour of life Living real our fantasies Taking pleasure from the bloodied frail The application of pain our new religion Pain finds every corner of the soul Pain makes all our dreams possible Without… suffering… You can't… escape…