Cross The Threshold

At the entrance to the room,
Where in the darkness inhabit demon,
It says that you will go in pandemonium hell,
And when in your heart there at least a little of evil
He will be forced break into small pieces your soul!

Screams, senseless bloodshed!
Fear, beating Saints!
Asmodeus dropped eye to you.
Your soul is die!

Cross the treshold and become 
hostage to the devil torments
Go ahead, do not be afraid, met his death
Do not run away from him, because 
he works seven days a week
Humble yourself and wait for when 
He will make you broth!!!

Screams, senseless bloodshed!
Fear, beating Saints!
Asmodeus dropped eye to you.
Your soul is die!

First thing having pulled out your guts,
He will wear them instead of the scarf,
And how mascot, he will be wear your teeth on the neck,
Everything else will hang on a chain 
And he will be enjoy the views,
And from to these tortures you will never come back.