The Mark of the sins

Going over the edge in an icy steep 

one can hear the filled with the mark of the sins left behind 

searching for the smallest signs fo nuur (Light) to seek 

and the terror comes near as the sinfull teacher, 

teaching how to put one at the peak,

the road way, the gate way to hell,

how to dig their own grave making it feel such thing is safe, 

terrorizes the inner self 

and the bell ringing cutting the ear drums 

and in what the saitan tells goes 

so does the poison of his voice run through the veins 

the heart weakening by the secon', bursting with agony 

aquiring the black spots that come with the wispers of the satan 

his job to drag all souls into his realms, the Ideals of his twisted mind 

the life, the sound of the satan it admired 

the heart tired of the lies degrated by the sicrets that come with the after nights 

and lone time when all lights go down 

he hungry satan and the life fiest such happiness shared 

to them a source of light is gained 

but this cuts the one appart, shredding the heart , piece by piece 

kills it faster then a rifel and all brightness it had erased 

there it battles with the twisted shadow and with it comes the woriors of the satan 

the eyes, the legs, the mouth, the ears, the hands 

becoming the helpers of this shadow created too strong for this dismanteled heart 

broken by the satan and the fallowers at his command 

so the heart is torn, just a hollow wid remains 

an empty space that shows what once used to be 

and whom ever embodied it becomes 

just another pown that the evil demands