Please, Keep Your Bones Inside - Thirteen Bled Promises

I put a spell on you, 'cause you are shit

Ancient gipsy words, to sell your soul and destiny

To summon the demons against you, to make you miserable, in this grave of black

stone, I cast a spell on you

So the worst is yet to come, after death

Condemned to the intraterrestial lower world where they are born to perfect the

processes of hurting flesh

Embrace eternal suffering and learn to live in pain

Inside this hollow earrth Nebiros is waiting for you

They praise the act of others bleeding as a way to gain purity

Telequinesis ripping bits of skin and bone from your face, burning fleshless in

the planet’s inner sun, meeting the horrors of the unknown incandescents

Beings from the abyss we call hell, human shaped demonic forms, they are

against you now, hell is against you now

I put a spell on you