1. Blood Guru

Splattered on the walls
and dripping from ceilings
Where is the blood?
Tearing flesh apart is soul-fulfilling
It soothes my eyes and stirs my soul
Strengthens desire to call on my Lord

Gruesome Writings of Devilish Lore
Written in blood
Skinning,sawing their hides in a cloth
DEMANDING MORE MORE BLOOD!

Where is the blood?
I Shiver and quake,the blood guru game!
WAIT, it can't be mine...
THIS IS MY BLOOD!!

2. Demon For A Day

There's a puppet offering
Its strings for a pull
A quick little tug,
it will dance to your tune
Make you King of a slave
puppet's sick embrace
Usher in the Hell
Wish it to dwell

Demon for a day
Just what you need
Just what you crave
Demon for a day
Rape thousand girls
Kill who you crave

There's a sage whoring
himself out to Truth
All wisdom imparted is wasted on you
Furnace of logic now a mere hearth
Logic greets Silence
Intellect meets Death

Demon for a day
Just what you need
Just what you crave
Demon for a day
Rape thousand girls
Kill who you crave

There's this nun on the street
Renting out her priest
Sinning congregation
Is all a man needs
Relieve them of their piety
Revealing all their guilt
Believing in their blasphemy
Words of chaos you spit

Demon For A Day

3. Satan Is Time

We float in space and follow the pace
of a clock designed by His Will
Satan shall reap what God has sown
Blackness comes, colors go

You run, you hide but Satan can find the cowards
that live by His side
The needle rotates, a lie it creates,
but then it stands still and kills
If heaven is here, it will stay here
Hell is a place full of clocks

Satan is time
Ο διάβολος είναι ο
χρόνος
Ο χρόνος είναι ο
διάβολος

Irreversible time is smooth to the touch
A reaper disguised as charm
The pace Satan dictates, the music he creates
A cycle of death and death

You run, you hide but Satan can find
the cowards that live by His side, eat from His hand...

We float in space and follow the pace
of a clock designed by His Will
Satan shall reap what God has sown
Hell is a place full of clocks

4. Satyriko Orgio (Satyrs' Orgy)

Beneath the hide of many a coward
Dance the flames of Lust and Desire
Restless at the sight of every single vice
Eliminating piety, desecrating rites

Merrily corrupting you
The soul just needs to feed
Greedily, we're granting you
Your each and every whim

Live and learn
To taste is to burn
Deviate and dream
The satyrs again

It is with great abandon
we tear your soul to shreds
Let obscenity within arise
Joyous malevolence emerge

The spring is in our hooves
We march to its beat
Dictating the orgies
We shall begin

...to taste is to burn,
deviate and dream
the satyrs again...

5. The Mermaid

Sailing,sailing,drifting towards evil lands
Craving the red juice,slayer of the oceans

Beast in heaven,God in hell
Beauty in blue turns horrid
Lurking in the crytalline haze
Master of the killing arts
The mermaid

Ecstasy,obscenity,awe in its purest form
Hers is the sweetest kiss
Salty Sexual Bonding Bliss

Beast in heaven,God in hell
Kiss in blue turns bitter
Lurking in the crystalline haze
Master of the killing arts
The mermaid

Ecstasy,obscenity,awe in its purest form
Beast in heaven,God in hell
Slayer of the sea
The killer mermaid

6. Hunters

Drawn to Beauty and Sickness alike
Aroused by your look of absolute fright
Our claws up your nostrils as we gauge your eyes
A feast of pleasure we'll make of you tonight

The hunters of flesh will have you tonight
The season has opened, so beware
Our Hooves are resounding, so you should hide
Take heed and taste the DESPAIR

The HUNTERS they hunt YOU,so beware!
HUNTERS!

Both hair and hide of you in our hall
Stiched together,worshipped in awe
Formless we Crave skin-suits,grim delights
We harvest the Ecstasies of Life.

The hunters of flesh will have you tonight
The season has opened, so beware
Our Hooves are resounding, so you should hide
Take heed and taste the DESPAIR

The HUNTERS they hunt YOU,so beware!
HUNTERS!

Formless we Crave skin-suits,grim delights
the Ecstasies of Life.

Carve Up Real nice
Strip You of SKIN!
Lay Bare Your Soul!
Puke Our Lust within!

Aroused by your look of absolute fright
A feast of pleasure we'll make of you tonight

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