Atop the corpses of my brethren,
in the chambers of torture she lies...
I am greeted by the bodies of her victims,
tonight is the night when she dies...
When she dies...

In phantasmic hell,
the mask is weeping
fiery tears of blood...

In phantasmic hell,
my mission is to hunt down and kill
the woman of dark desire...

From a mass of tortured souls
she rides out on a giant skull
Seductress drenched in blood,
I'm blinded by her beauty and allure...
Her beauty and allure...

In phantasmic hell,
the mask is weeping
fiery tears of blood...

In phantasmic hell,
my mission is to hunt down and kill
the woman of dark desire...

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