Spiritual Justice - Abramelin

Waiting to die, waiting to die
The lonely horror of this concrete hell
Eating my last supper
I recall the lives I've swallowed

Priests and guards now at my room
Cold and heartless stares
My throat is dry, my heart pounds
Struck with terror cold sweat runs

Sitting in my death throne
Arms and legs strapped tight
Electric crown, my sure demise
Adorns my shaven head

The switch is thrown, a power surge
The lights begin to dim
My bowels give way, my brain implodes
My blood starts to boil

Darkness falls, no more pain, awaiting my damnation
Biding my time for eternity
A light appears, a blinding light, brighter than a thousand suns
A darkened figure reaches out takes me by the hand

No time wasted, pain begins
Repayment time, for all my sins
Descending into a world of hate
Vast swelling clots in an ocean of blood

Agonizing torment, death so divine
Clawing with my fingers, rasping at my eyes
Tears of blood streaming down my face
Howling in pain separating flesh from bone

Rich pain pours from crying wounds
Countless souls in putrid tombs
Crimson mountains, landscapes of gore
No redemption for me