Look into a mirror
You'll see a destroyed face
Marks of pain
And tears spilled in vain
Patient you see that this suffer will remain
As a mortal vassal you have to agree and obey
But someday this suffer will end
Now you'll have your payback day
Then my blood will drown your hypocrisy
You'll die and your soul will belong to me

Always a loser
In the hammer execution

Witches flying in flames over human empty heads
Ease to convince, hard to convince
Treading on inferior ones
Possessing their mind
Evil might rules on me
Twisted minds, limited ways of thinking
That inspires only to destroy
Breathing pain, life is a fun arena of fighting
Where the winners sold their souls