When your life has ceased
You will end up in a grave
When your soul is free
You'll fear the utter dark

Slain by the demons
The spirits of the dead
Slaughter of your soul
Enslaved by the mold
You're nailed to the grave!

When your death is certain
You will enter hell
When your corpse is slain
You will bath in flames

Slain by the demons
The spirits of the dead
Slaughter of your soul
Enslaved by the mold
You're nailed to the grave!

Ridden with disease
Where death will increase