Scabrous torture

The hands of the weak-minded are gruesomely blood-stained
As those who have denied of god in torture had been slain
Viciously imposing faith, forcing them to kneel and pray
If not they become abused victim of an unbearable pain

Bathe all prescribed evil
In fountains of blood
Unspeakable affliction
Tormenting their souls

Staring at the torture, they lacerate themselves
Mistreatment of the body, the virtue of disgrace
Pain mutilates the flesh, the body against the floor
Corruption and humiliation by the violent law of god

As you desperately pray
While brutally denailed
Burning spikes pierce your flesh,
You plead and strive for death
A lurid tortured victim
You lie onto your blood
Among deaf screams you wonder
Where is their god?

They thrive on your wounds, they envy your pain
Through torture they will rectify
By their hands, a foretaste of death
Suffering - The enlightening disease

Despise for life, a lust for death
The hangmen abuse the condemned
The revelations they adore
Were all written in blood

Under their hands, a victim you are
You suffer as much as they want
Their carnal lust, their need of grief
Unsatisfied morbidity

A sordid lust, repulsive need
In pain they submit their fear
Through morals and they ways of old
They become your righteous god

Corrupting the suffering under their divine lies
Experiencing the darkest corners of perverted minds
They stare at your agony with cold, indifferent eyes
The remains of the torture, a corpse covered with flies

Severe molestation
Sickening submission
An intrinsic degradation
Sorrow is twisted into pleasure

A humiliated naked god
Crucified on the cross
Their sanctified cloth is covered
With the slaughtered victims' blood

When all is dirty, the clean is like a stain!