Under the thoughts, below his mind
Finding himself, in true pervesion
And fanatism, for himself
Very selfish, burning bodies
When in their homes
He keeps them there
Sitting on a stake
Ripping the anus
Bleeding the mouth
He keeps them there
Sitting on a stake
Awaiting the scream
To fulfill the scenery
While he laughts
Watching from his cave
Meditating on his deeds
Burning the ones
He brings with him
Sitting on a stake
Ripping the anus
Bleeding the mouth
He keeps them there
Sitting on a stake