Saw the preach given his soul
For pound of whiskey and devils whore,
Saw little girl walking home
Through burning hell was her road
they both Dyed all alone,
Girls spirit lives but preachers no.

Sinners falling down to hell
Or marching to the rhythm of the bell,
About suffers they can't tell
They're locked up in hell hounds сell.

Drunk and faithless is your son,
Killing people with his gun.
Please oh Lord make him pay,
Let him suffer day by day.