Under the thoughts, below his mind Finding himself, in true pervesion And fanatism, for himself Very selfish, burning bodies When in their homes He keeps them there Sitting on a stake Ripping the anus Bleeding the mouth He keeps them there Sitting on a stake Awaiting the scream To fulfill the scenery While he laughts Watching from his cave Meditating on his deeds Burning the ones He brings with him Sitting on a stake Ripping the anus Bleeding the mouth He keeps them there Sitting on a stake