歌词
Screams in the night, screeches of terror
Cries that are herd through the mist
Butcherd bodies scatter the floor
Female reamins that are found
Vaginal blood drenches the floor
Victims of man so perverse
Satanic marks melted candels
Pentagram writtin in blood
Death
That is found in a town so clean
No one thought that it can be seen
A brutal fact of a world of so cruel
Tortured souls
Voilent acts in a park so green
Mutilated bodies reminder of death
Satanik rites of a kult so pure
Victems that dwell hunting the night
Hearing the sounds of the past
In the distant within the trees
A fire that burns on their torch
Figures that stand hooded and cloaked
Chanting the words of Light
Satanik words echo through
For a ritual brutal and pure
Call the preist
Satanik rites
Victims of death
Violently raped
Call the preist
Satanik rites
Victims of death
Violently raped
Screams in the night, screeches of terror
Cries that are herd through the mist
Butcherd bodies scatter the floor
Female reamins that are found
Vaginal blood drenches the floor
Victims of man so perverse
Satanic marks melted candels
Pentagram writtin in blood
Call the preist
Satanik rites
Victims of death
Violently raped
Call the preist
Satanik rites
Victims of death
Violently raped