Welcome To The Cult

Hey, have you heard the greatest joke of all time?
Now that’s a story for my mortal human taste!
…Bloody, sick, cruel…
Soft as the sharpest razorblade, warm as the coldest ice.
Just one word: Project Earth.

We’re all in. No signature needed.
Just a fair handshake and it’s all yours, the whole thing.
No broken deals. No disappointments.
Blood is what you have been promised
and blood is what you’ll get.

What do you think of that?! Sucker!

On the very first step
the carpet will be pulled under your feet.
And when you lie down confused and humiliated
can you feel the rocks size of fist hitting your body?
I bet you can.
That’s what they do for beginners.

Now join the Cult of Death.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
It is your life.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
Now join the Cult of Death.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
Join the Cult of Death!

Your fingers may seem clean, but can you tell me…
How do you explain the smell of blood
giving off from your hands?
And where were you last night?
And what did you do?
And why does your shotgun still smell like burnt (gunpowder)?
But don’t you worry, I will tell no-one.
And don’t be surprised of the knife at your back.

Now do your deed - make me bleed.
And in the name of Death I greet you.
For what else could you do.
On the leash of the Devil, in this world
where too cold ain’t cold enough…
I understand you perfectly. (You might not.)

This cult has something to offer
Deathcult! Deathcult!
that nothing else does for there’s no other.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
And you’ll be backstabbed 666 times.

Now join the Cult of Death.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
It is your life.
Deathcult! Deathcult!
Now join the Cult of Death.
Sacrifice in the name of the Death!

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