seith upon this horrid day
black desolation is on its way
pain to be suffer, pain to be shared
unholy torment is here to stay

wake up you and see the sky
grey clouds above your eyes
weres your god, christain
weres he in your hour of demise

i am torture incarnate
scream your agoany
closed your eyes
weep your stears

you know your weak,
as is your god,
a broken cross
a sign from above
as you suffer,and you cry
the pain you feel, selfishly real
on this black summer night
your life ill steal.