Trenches - The Sin Complete

Pain.
Death.
The sin complete.
Hate.
Lies.
Living deceit.
Sharp blade held against your throat.
In the name of the goat-legged fiend from the depths.

The devil harbours a plan for you.
And I intend to see it through.

Pain.
Death.
The sin complete.
Hate.
Lies.
Living deceit.
Wet eyes stare toward the sky.
As I drain you of life.

Creature of malign design.
Satan held a plan for you.
And I, the sinner, have seen it through.
And I have seen it through.

The sin complete.
Just crude pieces of meat.
Pieces of God's minister.
He who met an end so sinister.

Offerings of an unkind mode.
A slow death by an ancient code.
Odious lies wrapped in a fair cloak.
You see me now, as you sputter and you choke.

The sin complete.
Just crude pieces of meat.
Pieces of God's minister.
He who met an end so sinister.
Carved up and fed to the pigs.