The vixen's claws
SatyrusThe ravished veil of obsidian fog
Through her howling woods come trickling
Frozen remnants of her yet pale lover's juice
Covered with the outworn and darkened dress of night
Bloodstainded sheets shroud pernicious crime
A lustful delinquent of libidinous courge
Fondling each and every inflicted wound
A hybrid hermit countess
Grins with sneaking joy
Like newly wedded lovers
Cought in the act of carnal lust
Devouring sins
Underneath sanguinous cloth
Another victim
Of necromantic passion's rage
Become the groom
Of twisted matrimonial death
SIX SIX SIX
Carved between her thighs
SICK SICK SICK
Her black perverted mind
In the grasp of the vixen's claws
Covered with the outworn and darkened dress of night
Bloodstainded sheets shroud pernicious crime
A lustful delinquent of libidinous courge
Fondling each and every inflicted wound
SIX SIX SIX
Carved between her thighs
SICK SICK SICK
Her black perverted mind
Devouring sins
Underneath sanguinous cloth
Another victim
Of necromantic rage
RIGOR MORTIS
Devouring sins
Underneath sanguinous cloth
Become the groom
Of matrimonial death