I wonder why you can't live
Your miserable life without trying [bad word] Who talls in your crafty built trap.
And it's then when your poisoned blood [bad word] along through your veins
And your sting stalks your victim,
To satisfy your thirst of evilness
Even knowing you've got a mistaken target.

With your skin-made mask you look like an angel
But in your hand you hide a knife,
Which you like to sink slowly
Before your final stab right on the back.

Like the wolf from the tale, like a disguised devil.
If you are a christian my question is:
What part of "don't lie" you misunderstood?
Take all your banners and burn with them,
Like takes it's course and you go to [bad word] 
I'm feel like a Rezso's disciple,
He had success in his intentions.
That's why I'm here,
Because I will follow his steps.

With your skin-made mask you look like an angel
But in your hand you hide a knife,
Which you like to sink slowly
Before your final stab right on the back.