Spiritual Cancer - Torture Squad

Fire and Sulphur, reign of horror

Empty doctrines feeding the tomorrow

Black horizon with strange forms

Ruins of death, desolation so worn

Leave your soul to rest in pain

Into the lake of fire… you are slain!

Tears of blood fall on your face

Your dark spirit in an unholy embrace

Feel my spiritual cancer

This is my sickly manner

Sitting on his throne is the lord of the flies

He gets a lot of names, here you come lie

Drinking the chalice of the human sores

With your slaves and unholy whores

Black sky, forgotten land

Human carcass rotting in the sand

As the night rules eternally

The evil grows in obscurity

Kingdom of tolerance, dismal and vile

Chambers of molestation of the king of wiles

The dark side of the human soul

Fallen angel are ready to go

Feel my spiritual cancer

This is my sickly manner