Screams Of Blasphemy

Midnight

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Perversion is the law
The storms have now been called
Black candles are now lit
Feel the wax as it drips, ow!

I've got ya where I want ya
On your knees, screams of blasphemy
Moonlite degradation satanic crust
Howling incantations fall to dust

Screams of blasphemy
Leatherbound in chains
Feel the spike in your veins
Reach for the masters hand
Fall unto command, right!

The ritual's taken place
And done in such poor taste
We shall again return
This town will once more burn