At my command

Dread, the ultimate ways of pleasure

Temple, visions of sorrow and steel

Worship the beauty of fire consuming life

Cleanse your souls by the whisper of the knife

Rebirth beyong patterns of flesh

Let me drain the drive of sanity

And show you a new perspective of suffering

There is no place for repression

I will unleash hell over you

Rejoice with the sound of my sharping razors

At my command