Torture Squad

Fanatic for religion
Alone with holy images
She consumes eagerly
Gospels and prayers
Her mind deforms the real
Your fanatism hits your soul
Screams invade the dawn
Insanity out of control
Cripped in a bed
Waiting the divine death
She agonizes in thoughts
Macabre as the shadows
Altered subconscious
To a catatonic state
A dark room will
Her grave
A soul in hell!
Its so delicious the agony
Embracing the death
Last thoughts of the life
Silences her scream
Fanatism got to last consequences
Creating pain and disturbance
The flowed mind
For religion in decadence
[ A Soul In Hell Lyrics ]