The power of steel is the glory in us all
Metal is lord and we live in its hall
Molten leather burns through our veins
That are fucking made of chrome
Intense is the speed that we deal with our potions

In Skull Orchard
Satans monks drink the wine
In Skull Orchard
Bleed dry a glass of dry
In Skull Orchard
Cloven hooves crush the grapes of death

Behold the blood stained god with an insane war cry
To invoke him thou must look into thine own eye
Evil death everywhere
You’re from beyond so take me there
Yog Sothoth I hail you beneath the sea absinthe

Secure within the bewitched prison
Seaching the ancient to build upon the new

Claws in the future, claws in the past
My sceptre unleashed ‘cos I’m howling fast

Yeah I’m laughing at the devil as he crawls along the floor
Fucking with the fear oozing under my minds door
Riding past the winds of doubt
Blowing the fire of terror out
Destroying the nightmare chaos as it tries to take you away

To Skull Orchard

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