Handmade of darkness Black magic is the game An urge and power to control Let the devil capture your soul At the altar of bones Remains of the ancestors A doll made of cloth A puppet a reproduction of you Flames sweep closer and closer Time for needle torture Burning pain paralysed Vital organs marked Eyes open wide filled with fright You're on your way down You are mine for humiliation No pulse no heartbeat eaquals dead Lifeless but alive inside No breath no moves you're in hell No understanding with a dead mind Watch in apathy you're hollow Tate the sweetness Needle in deeper in Captured into weakness Infernal pain Now you're my slave No objection no rejection Submit to evil just submission An empty shell A shell of flesh I cast my spell now be my slave Submit to evil surrender your soul The spell is spoken It can't ever be broken! No objection no rejection Submit to evil just submission