Better off Burning - Centurian

I am the rack

on which my saviour bleeds and cries

with nails through hands and feet

those bitter tears received with greed

Not to speak of the Blood

to be seen in streams on his head

from under a crown of thorns

the sinful human to drown

Bleed on me Bleed me sore

The seed is sowed to Hell with the creed

The shame of deepest guilt

on which the whorehouse is built

No glory before paying the whore

No glory until her lust is stilled

Better Off Burning

Better Off Burning

Land of the saviour

by souls bestowed

Forgiveness shall dwell

in the heart of good behaviour

In time

our future meets the past

no more time to climb the heavens

this century shall be the last

In time

salvation will let go of me

No longer shall mankind avoid the fire

In eternal prayer ro retire