Please, Keep Your Bones Inside

I put a spell on you, 'cause you are shit
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 earrth 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 planet’s 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