We are the tyrants, messengers of Satan. We pledge you all, raise your hands. This is the solstice, hail legions arise. We'll raise the roof, touch the skies.
Good Golly said little Miss Molly. When she was rockin' in the house of the blue light. Tooty Fruity was, oh, so rotty. Rockin' to the east and west. .
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.
There's no one to save us, it's kill or be killed. Living in a jungle you'll hunt with all your skills. Waiting for a victim, your hunger must be fed.
Skool Daze. . Remember me I was your teacher's pet at school. You taught me everything and how we broke the rules. Well now I'm back to show you everything I've learned.
Transparently obvious, tactless and trite. You give up on life mate, your not worth the fight. We're looking right through you to see to the soul. But sadly in your case your only a hole.
The world we live in is silent lucid liquid change. The king appears well afraid aware in all his rage. He seeks to tell in unseen terror about poer life and lust.
In a dream or a nightmare. When love gives way to hate. The quest begins. For the keys to the seven gates. Ride the wings of a locust. See the wizard cast his spell.
Remeber me, I was your teacher's pet at school. You taught me everything and how we broke the rules. Well now I'm back to show you everything I've learned.
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.
I preach the ways of Satan. Answer to his calls. In my shrine, my avernus. I translate manuscripts. On ancient Latin scrolls. I see the gates of Hell.
I preach the ways of Satan. Answer to his calls. I translate manuscripts. On ancient Latin scrolls. In my shrine, my avernus. I see the gates of Hell.
The ropes are burning. Deep into my flesh. Your nails rip the blood. From my veins. Resistance is destroyed. By the pain. I cannot take much more. Your driving me insane.
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.
Run like hell, in hell. The deadly race begins. Cyanide, suicide. No prayers or foolish whims. . Tonight we'll fight. With glory in our veins. Can't stop us now.
Hooded in the mists of time in distant lands of dust. Here they live and forge the steel that carves out human lust. Thulsa doom his flesh and bone control of all that's fake.
Lies -. Body languages fight. Feel the rush as you die. Then your soul comes alive. . If you open your mind. To avoid all confusion. Carnal insticts unwind.
When they opened the gates. We emerged from the dark. There was no turning back. We go straight for your throat. . Our time has come - Through the wars of the damned.
I need a woman oh so bad. You ever get the feeling you've been had. You pay your money you pay the price. You take a chance and it feels so nice. Later maybe you wonder why.