A Soul in Hell - Torture Squad

Fanatic for religion

Alone with holy images

She consumes eagerly

Gospels and prayers

Her mind deforms the real

Your fanatism hits your soul

Screams invade the dawn

Insanity out of control

Cripped in a bed

Waiting the divine death

She agonizes in thoughts

Macabre as the shadows

Altered subconscious

To a catatonic state

A dark room will

Her grave

A soul in hell!

It’s so delicious the agony

Embracing the death

Last thoughts of the life

Silence’s her scream

Fanatism got to last consequences

Creating pain and disturbance

The flowed mind

For religion in decadence