Occultist - Crucify Me Gently

Long ago there was a city

Hidden in forest and protected from everything

People lived there in harmony

Except the one old man

Occultist who hated everyone and everything

Worshiped to the spirits of nature

He worshiped the Earth to bring the earthquake upon the city

He worshiped the Moon to bring the endless rain

He had dreamed about people

Throwing their children from the peak of the mountain

One by one were thrown in pit

And parents could do nothing with it

Than their turn would come

Under the cries of dead children

They jumped after them

Heavy bodies would crush survived…

Dreams like this the old man had every night

The old man started worship the Sun

So it would descend and burn the whole town

He felt his helplessness

And knew this was his last attempt

Day by day he was on his knees

He called to spirits from above and beneath

So once his pleas were heard

And he could not believe his eyes

The whole city was burning

And he was burning with it

The great fire started

From his blazing body

Screams were so loud

So the ears started to bleed

Thankful to the Gods

That his hatred was finally freed