To Walk The Infernal Fields Lyrics - Under A Funeral Moon - Dark Throne

From the abode of demons 

A wing of the pentagram 

Comes the juice that painted 

My heart and my soul 

Swept in black they are 

Swept in black I am 

From this soul comes the eyes 

That will look upon your ten 

Beautiful heads with delight 

My heart is the one 

That will tend to your flames 

And make them mine 

We share this spirit 

My heart is yours 

I am your disciple 

And therefore my own 

Your weapon I will be 

With the demons that possesses me 

We'll ride the seven sins of death 

That takes me to Katharian 

The sign of your horns 

Is my dearest vision 

They impale all holy and weak 

You watch me face the mirror 

And see desecration 

With my art I am the fist 

In the face of God