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See your god’s light, in the glint of a knife

A hideous laugh, begins the end of your life

Bare your whole soul, to the heavens you cry

Metal meets skin, you will slowly die

Skinning of life

To be skinned alive

Strip by slow strip

God hides his eyes

Finally come to, with blood on your face

Hanging upside down, bearing full disgrace

A patchwork of pain, on the back and chest

Fluids slow to drain, to stay alert is the test

Dirty Christian, you’ll be a saint, but first you have to die

A strip of skin, holy linen, now blowing in the wind

Redden sap, further seeps, and rivers to your face

Excruciating, nerve searing, the knife starts to trace

Another strip, another patch, slowly flayed away

Another scream, another curse, within the depths of hell

Dirty Christian, you’ll be a saint, but first you have to die

A strip of skin, like holy linen, now blowing in the wind

Redden sap, further seeps, and rivers to your face

Excruciating, nerve searing, the knife starts to trace

Anthropomorphic inverted cross

Mockery of your ethereal god

A crimson serpent shedding its skin

Last throes of truth, from its tongue

Fading eyes to the sky, heaven opens wide

See your god’s light, in the glint of the knife!