On The Cross کے بول

Now these three nails are all I've got Purest devastation, my own crucifixion It's the season to see the light No more chance to think, seraphic sounds calling There's someone waiting for me What will be my destiny Hot-flashing wounds caused by the thong Like saviours I die on the cross The manuscript of my life's undone Ain't no new horizons Just spears of burning iron My body aches, but it's not the worst The will is almost broken I'll be soon forgotten ...What will be keeping me there Heaven or dark depth of hell Hot-flashing wounds caused by the thong Like saviours I die on the cross