Mortures Dead Of Night My Body Starts To Rise In My Mind The Horror Lives To Feel Death Deep Inside Relentless Lust Of Rotting Flesh To Thrash The Tomb She Lies Heathen Whore Of Satans Wrath I Spit At Your Demise Virgin Child Now Drained Of Life Your Soul Cannot Be Free Not Given The Chance To Rot In Hell Satans Cross Points To Hell The Earth I Must Uncover A Passion Grows To Feast Upon The Frozen Blood Inside Her I Feel The Urge The Growing Need To Fuck This Sinful Corpse My Tasks Complete The Bitches Soul Lies Raped In Demonic Lust Her Stomach Burst The Casket Breaks The Seed Has Taken Form A Writhing Shape Of Twisted Flesh The Devils Child Is Thrown Hungry For The Smell Of Death He Rules Forbidden Evil Vengeance With A Frenzied Hatred The Bastard Now Must Die Lost Souls Of The Dead Form Legions That Burst Through Hells Gates Death Of One Sacrafice To Avenge The Raped Corpse From The Grave Blood Of One Mortal Man The Fire Grows Stronger Within Fate Of A Frenzied Lust Lucifer Takes My Dark Soul Down To The Fiery Pits Of Hell