Текст (слова) песни «Unholy Monk»

He knows...
There is no salvation for your souls
He's anxiously waiting for next victim
Torn and bloody bodies will be the Satan's gift
Hiding in gloomy fog
He is hungry souls
The hell he send

All of you there is no paradise
If he's sharp claws reach you
If terrible fear overrules you
Then spread the glory of he's and wait your death