The Rule

"Look at the castle full of crime

It's walls streaming blood,

As if a demon lived here"

Time is paying your debt off in the face of the world

Has already finished.

Look around, you are alone,

But there are spors of blood still on your hands

A dirty soul is soaked of crime

And it's still in your body

You feel inside you aren't alone

It's demon who leads you

He makes you hate yourself

Your face covered deep wounds

Is looking with disdain from a mirror

Black man in black dream with black redections

Life is a place that dream

You used to be obedient to that faith

But now this is hate to yourself and God

You struggle and destroy the crosses

But this everything is out of control

You have to wait when the anathema fills in complete

The visions of perish Christ at the cross

Makes you successful

Fallen God, fallen the world, only despair remains

Your crimes are waiting on the glory

Wake up though dead in the other world