Screams of Blasphemy - Midnight

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