Harlots of hell spread your wings As I penetrate your soul Feel the fire shoot through your body As I slip into your throne Cast aside, do as you will I care not how you plead Satan's child now stalks the earth Born from my demon seed
Hot winds of hell Burns, in my wake Death is what you pray, Behold, captor of sin
Infernal slaves of manipulation Captive of my vice Abandon god, the helpless one To relieve you of your plight Subversive action will not help It will strengthen me I see decline in your every move Death your final plea
Hot winds of hell Burns, in my wake Death is what you pray, Behold, captor of sin
Your skin turns to leather I ignite your timid blood You feel my lethal touch As I grasp your weary soul I'll take you down into the fire
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