• White skin dressed in red silk
    Where love is spurned, but anger fits
    Hating to love, and loving to hate
    Is the reason why this body will break

    Up on the cross the tears will fall
    The sight of the bear explains it all
    The feet, the hands
    The arms, the legs
    The throat, the tongue
    The eyes, the brain

    Dismembered in hell again and again
    No love, no mercy, no tears will be shed
    No peace of mind, or a pat on the head

    Wrath is the sin of which I speak
    Fighting and killing
    Hurting the weak
    No love or compassion
    No feeling defeat

    Unaware of the hell that awaits below
    The bear and the cross
    Your undefeatable foe
    Dismembered alive will become your fate
    Never a dream of which you can wake