Nunslaughter No Place For The Cross
Being born, infant scorn
Inside this infernal blackened room
I'm the master, I live faster
Come into my dank and secret tomb
Sorcerer, sorceress
Follow me into hell and you won't get lost
f..ck me, f..ck you
But in here there is no place for the cross
Power flows, evil grows
In this dark stagnant womb of sin
Come to call, down the hall
And I will f..cking usher you in
f..cking hell, cast a spell
Don't give a f..ck about the f..cking cost
Pentagram, foul man
And still there is no place for the cross
