Lyrics
They hunt for the weak, in the eyes of the disturbed, her lifeblood runs in rivers
As death takes his freezing hold, savage mutilations, her faith is of no avail
in the flowing river of blood
In shelter of the night, raise the shining sword of conquest
Revel in the treasures of the flesh, rituals of death proceed
She knows too well the meaning of pain, their master still beckons for more, exploring the ultimate pleasures of death
life after life they offer to him
A satanic need to stalk and kill, raise the shining sword of conquest, prowling the streets again
Their master still beckons for more, beyond the door of satan s house
his thirst will never be quenched
Insanity reveals, the hunger is too strong, minds are warped by the presenceof the fallen one
Obscured by the shadows, insanity reveals Antichrist, the torment never stops
The demon owns her tortured soul, to slit a tender throat
As death takes his freezing hold, under the moon a growning lust
the embryo of senseless horrors
The cry of a prostitute, her lifeblood runs in rivers, the mutilator s blade
but never enough
In the flowing river of blood, and now her anguish will only grow
a sacrificial gift
But never enough, a hunger starts to rise
To slit a tender throat, savage mutilations
his thirst will never be quenched
In the aphotic abyss of the city, the hunger is too strong, they hunt for the weak
Raise the shining sword of conquest, from twilight till dawn Savage, a sacrificial gift
the torment never stops
They cannot resist, she felt the shapeless darkness Mutilations, revel in the treasures of the flesh
the embryo of senseless horrors
A twisted sexual desire, obscured by the shadows
Breeds behind their eyes, they cannot resist
Savage mutilations, and now her anguish will only grow, and now her anguish will only grow
in the aphotic abyss of the city
his voice can be heard in the silence of night
Her lifeblood runs in rivers, savage mutilations Mutilations, savage mutilations
As she dies on the altar of ail, from twilight till dawn, victim of lucifer s work
The devil holds their certain fate, beyond the door of satan s house
