Come hear, the moon is calling. The witching hour draws near. Come hear the bell is tolling. Mortals run in fear. . Prepare the altar now. And hear the virgins cry.
Fight, we will fight right. Living low in a world of our own. Destined to live right,. We're taking hell as our home. Burning lives, burning. Asking me for the mercy of god.
Teacher caught me masturbating underneath the desk. She looked at me and winked her eye said "see you after class". I heard the school bell ring that told me that the day was done.
Somewhere in time we were born. Brought blood, lust, hatred and scorn. Sorry now you trusted me. Now I command that you get down on your knees for. . Hell the deceiver, Satan's child.
Children gather round him. Mystery surrounds him. What terrible secret does he hide?. . An ordinary man. Doing what he can. But what goes on inside his mind?.
Children gather round him. Mystery surrounds him. What terrible secret does he hide. An ordinary man. Doing what he can. But what goes on inside his mind.
Hooded figures, clouded skies. Fires burn within their eyes. Pentagram with baphomet midnight strikes. Goat of menders lifts his head. Summons up the living dead.
Prime, the first evolutionary plan. That spawned the first ever superstition of man. God created every atom that lives. But was he really there at all?.
Your love is infectious. Your rotten to the core. Every body knows what you got. But they still come back for more. Your everybodys favourite. You give them all a good time.
Beyond two thousand in the future wars beyond the limits of our mind. Central computer that control and know the simple weakness of mankind. Humanoid living in a structured will walking in a lifeless path.
Midnight, six sixty six. Torment, bestial sex. Mother is screaming in pain. Father, rules Hell's domain. . I don't want to be born. I don't want it. Leave me in Hell.
Oh, ha, ha, ha. . You think your soul is nice. You've lived in paradise. So now you take the stand. You want to hold your Masters hand. . You think your soul is free.
The witches brew a pot of hate. With lizard, bat and man. With a smile they laugh their spells. And stir with wretched hand. . Calling demon blasphemy.
Die hard. . Satan, father, help me from this grave. Demons, warriors, ever be my slaves. I can't reason with men and mortal fools. They will die hard, hear the golden rule.
Chain him jail him judge and crucify find him bind him nail him crucify. Raised boy the virgin is pure and good father to the race. Sinful in sodom with cold blind luster praying to the golden calf.
Welcoming the virgins fair, to live a noble life. In the castle known to all, the Counts infernal wife. She invites the peasants with endless lavish foods.
Bursting out. . I'm a son of a bitch, ready to stitch. You mothers not ready to rock. I've shed all my tears and ain't got no fears. And the key to my heart bears no lock.
Come on turn it up, madness. . Stalking the night, feeding fast on my prey. Draining the life till the dawn of the day. Drinking and sucking, the blood rushing sweet.
A dark silhouette of creature, poised, crouched on. the corner of a cliffs edge, waits eagerly, eyes glare. patiently, red eyes filled with fire and torment gleam.
The dark silouette of the creature. poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge. waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently.. Red eyes filled with fire and torment.