My Martyred Soul

[Glad] Cold, Inprisoned by Thoughts Awakeness grips, falling down I feel the Flames of Hell how did I end like this? Once I was bold and now I've Lost My Martyred Soul So Deep, my pain remains unchanged I want to feel the Delightful Taste of Blood Come forth Lord Lucifer Take My Martyred Soul Down I go to forget Flesh and Blood I give to Foe, Master Satan Welcome My Martyred Soul