Hands that favor death

Blood that poisons souls

You are the judge

You are the death

Tears that accuse life

Veins that pulse pain

You run out if this nightmare

You run out of this poisons

You run out of this suffering

Your sins are coming for you

You are the sin

You don't have another choice

From the skies the enchanting figure

The box that was delivered

Of tender sounds

Creates the fire that consumes flesh

The fire that consumes blood

All spirit inside your body

Between the snake and apple

It shall be your mentor

Between Heaven and Earth

It shall be your collusion

You are the judge

You are death

Fire that burning dreams

Crows that eating meet

You run out if this nightmare

You run out of this poisons

You run out of this suffering

Your sins are coming for you