The Pentacle Star Lyrics - Eidolon

Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans 

With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of death 

Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life 

Thought to all in life as kind - surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade 

To taste the tainted blood of desire - embedding the blade into harlot flesh 

Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life 

Theme 

Strategically placed mutilation - he shall then complete the pentacle circle 

He's been never caught nor found - a grave sickness, never to be equaled