Tormentum - Mental Cruelty, Dickie Allen

My hate is a complete disdain for all things religious

The signs of God’s funeral are carved in my own necromancy

Let the darkness consume me

My hate will bring chaos and failure

Your life will be erased by your savior

Welcome to the empire of death

Alive in the abyss of the underworld

The world turns into my grave

A place where life never stood a chance guarded by the abortions of god

Let’s summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of

humanity

So face your maker, and pay the price for your failures

This is your end

Evil lurks in the cryptic clouds, followed by sinister screams

This is the end.

Your end!

Heaven has fallen like the angel of light

My reign brings scorn upon their heads

All I see are bones and flesh, relics of humanity, open up the wings of death

worshiping all the agony

See how the world turns into my grave

This is the place where life never stood a chance, guarded by the abortions of

God

Let’s summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of

humanity

(Dickie Allen)

Screaming children build the satisfaction in my ears, as I tear their wholes

apart

Blood on my as I let my holiness spill over their tiny faces

I will crucify their souls on the altar of suffering for all the gods to see

One after the other, their lifeless bodies

Hanged upon the rusty hook in the holy tower