Hands put together, ready to pray
Reflected in the water
Shadow`s occupation in the black eyes
Touched by the bitterness and metaphysics
Demon`s mother
Like death, like pale shadow

Prayer is my punishment
Behind the gate of Hell

It`s easy to take communion
Alive as flesh and blood
Poor substitute for might and suffering
And when the nails start to rust and wounds begin to rot
Turned head doesn`t have the courage to look away

Look at the cross

Prayer is my punishment
Behind the gate off Hell

Look at the cross