I put a spell on you, cause you are shit, yeah. Ancient gipsy words, to sell your soul and destiny. To summon the demons against you, to make you miserable, in this grave of black stone, I cast a spell on you. So the worst is yet to come, after death. Condemned to the intraterrestial lower world where they are born to perfect the processes of hurting flesh. Embrace eternal suffering and learn to live in pain, Inside this hollow earth Nebiros is waiting for you. They praise the act of others' bleeding as a way to gain purity. Telequinesis ripping bits of skin and bone from your face, burning fleshless in the planets inner sun, meeting the horrors of the unknown incandescents. Beings from the abyss we call hell, human shaped demonic forms, they are against you now, hell is against you now. I put a spell on you.