From the abode of demons

A wing of the pentagram

Comes the juice that painted

My heart and my soul



Swept in black they are

Swept in black I am



From this soul comes the eyes

That will look upon your ten

Beautiful heads with delight



My heart is the one

That will tend to your flames

And make them mine

We share this spirit -

My heart is yours...



I am your disciple

And therefore my own

Your weapon I will be

With the demons that posesses me

We'll ride the seven sins of death

That takes me to Katharian



The sign of your horns

Is my dearest vision

They impale all holy and weak



You watch me face the mirror

And see desecration

With my art I am the fist

In the face of god