Somewhere near Kensington In the year 1965 In a Georgian mansion Will I find this man alive?
Alone under false pretence Disrobe, the madness shall commence
A masked erotic display Offered by his vile attendees Sickening! As one they pray Grandmaster of the Goat of Mendes
Whispers, shadows begin to rise Flickers of magic in his eyes
Bask in the glory of Satan The corpse will never be found Intent on incantation The scourge of London Town
The fireplace crackles in the corner of the room Velvet carpets and incense smoke Green the absynthe, viper infused Repellent fascination, I can’t forget why I’m here!
Locked up in the basement Divided into cells They waited for the moment Trapdoor into hell Transcends dimensions Dark astral plane Reveal his true form Now taste the pain
Bask in the glory of Satan The corpse will never be found Intent on incantation The scourge of London TownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
