Christ In Hell de Chakal

The king hás taken my soul
And the hás set it free
I can see the pain of the damned ones, in glory
My proscribed soul hás finally found redemption
Down-headed women pray
They saw christ in hell
Pierce the flesh , take off the eyes
I paint a picture with blood
Your blood, my blood, our blood
Laughing at his words, my
Water is your vinager
His head on a tray
Decorates my banquet

Christ in hell

Marking foreheads as
I take your throughts away
Give me the other side of you face,
Through i hit you down your waist

I give you my blood, so quench your thirst
I give you my words that you can learn the way
I hear your scream and i hit your the face,
You smile