Everyone practices their own form of pretense
Every living being disguises the means to their ends
Living is the act of killing and stealing the life of others
Smothering the soul, the sinner is content again
What would you pay for your soul to be served?
What would you give for your life on a plate?
The cloven beast has you in his grip again
And he’ll pull you down into the depths of hate
Rest in peace, burn in Hell