A face inside a mirror, features of hate to see Looking closer 'n closer, realize it fun could be Again they'll run for shelter, information may arise A kind of morbid anger, what a pack of lies No pain, no gain - pressure relief Stand by for funeral urn Sound of retreat, hard to believe, suffer the heretic to burn - let them burn Yeah, let them burn, now, let them burn At the solemn hour, hallowed wooden place Start a giant fire, a shadow of a scared grace Last time when they're screaming, try to catch this sound After final judgement, they are underground No pain, no gain - pressure relief Stand by for funeral urn Sound of retreat, hard to believe, suffer the heretic to burn - let them burn Yeah, let them burn, now, let them burn