Phantoms Of Mortem Tales Lyrics - Old Mans Child

[Lyrics by Galder] 

A burning lust for pleasure less desire 

A needless urge to kill 

Fearful thoughts, a strength we admire 

With hate that their minds are fulfilled 

Like tyrants, living life in wrath 

Like wizards, vanishing into the dark: 

As black divine gods 

Born under crimson rain 

Taking lives in seductive ways 

Putrefy the human skin 

Feeding the demons within 

Nailed to the heavenly cross 

You will die with the taste of dust 

Praise your demonic saviour 

Erase your memories of god 

Like wolves, howling to the night 

Like beasts, living beyond the light: 

As black divine gods