Brethren regard with compassion
Worship the craft of the wise
Follow the sins of your father
Through the symbol of lies
I am the sufferance eternal
Holy the life that I shame
Banish the church universal
Shallow the scars of deliverance
Enter the cult of the damned
Adoring the wounds of salvation
In the palm of your hands
I am the seed of all sorrow
Bleeding the blood so divine
Cherish the time that you borrow
Through seven deadly sins