We live under a web of lies My power has always denied you A false god pretender and despised Seven sins cost you your wretched lives Bewitched, striving for a lifeline Your time is almost upon you Possessed of tricks and fallacy Through vice your soul belongs to me Why have all these sins been pushed unto me Been pushed on to me And now why have these souls not been released Not been released Kowtow in final absolution Sixth sense the fear of immolation Last hours of foolish demon action Mortal wound benign asphyxiation Desire for primal liquidation Fan the flames insane deviation Reconcile your savage human nature We scream before the mighty altar