Come to me, lord of filth Hear my cries princes of nightmares Touch us with your morbid lips Let us taste your foulness
Bleed for the devil Impious mortal lives Feel the enticing power Fill the chasm of your soul
Fill the air with the smell of death Grace us with your magick Fill the night with the stench of evil I summon forth the beast
Cold look in his eyes He holds the gleaming knife Girl cries as he cuts away the Strips of flesh
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