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I'm stormin in... in the chapel of sin.

This is the place, where the plague's paths begin.

Ten corridors from the temple of Flesh,

Ten corridors where the Martyr is lashed..

This is the damnation,

No fukkin resurrection,

Black curse of zealot completes

Your total degradation.

Your frequent duty to pay - each day

For his sacrifice - disguise

By ten commandments -

Torments your life for the Priest.

(So, maybe you'd better cut your wrist?)

The place where blindness resurrects,

The place where madness incarnates,

The pitch black of your fukkin fate -

The Decagon Deathcamp - Hate!!!

No place for conscience to complain,

No cause for knowledge to be obtained,

No place for thinking human kind,

No right to see because you're blind!

No right to see because you're blind!!!

Nation by nation,

The whole world burns like a flash in the structure of sin.

Collective madness of crowd!!!

Passion, my passion

My passion wants a real satisfaction

And no fukkin words about the life

Above the skies!!!

This is the damnation,

No fukkin resurrection,

Black curse of zealot completes

Your total degradation.