Evil Confession -

Your fear is clear

You can’t elude it

It’s determinate by the gods

Or by your same wielpower

Delivering honor and cult

To the dark side of life

Walking to the chapel

You’ll give your long confession

I don’t know who is the priest

But his face is amorfous and rotten

The only thing that in this moment matters

Is saying all the evil confession

The dark church is cool

At the yard we found a dead

All this horrifying place

Is impregnated with dirty spell

In some part of your brain

You well know who is the dead

Was a dream, isn’t real

Now you, you’ll die

We are in a big and a dark pentagram

When just begin again the malefic confession

You aren’t with myself, with my mind

Or maybe now do you want to desert?