The Judas Chair (Confession)

Made not for the rulers
But instead for the sinful wretches
Down below the sin you've made
Stands the truth that eats your mind

For those who are strong with the devil
And do not wish to speak
This torture will be the way
This torture will be the key

Did you feel it?

When you feel it, you'll confess all!!!

All that evil that you've enchanted
Will be blessed by unholy
Death will release the pain
Your shell will turn into dust and ashes

It's just matter of time
While your soul flee
To the gates of disaster
To serve you master

Your soul dies
Obsessed by obscurity
Endless pain
You bleed impaled on the Judas chair

It's just matter of time
While your soul flee
To the gates of disaster
To serve you master

All that evil that you've enchanted
Will be blessed by unholy
Death will release the pain
Your shell will turn into dust and ashes