Whispered by the wind that I hold darkness in my veins
That madness grips my mind and I invoke the arts profane
For my cup runneth over
With the blood of the slain
My heart has yearned for sacrifice
And now it thirsts again

I am the life drinker
I am the death dealer
I am the pact sealer
I am your god

I gorge myself upon your fear
I drink of despair
Sadism knows not of love
And lust shows no mercy
My artistic prowess displayed
Through meticulous mutilation

My eager heart races
The thrill of exsanguination
Seduced by the crimson glow
Now they speak of me in shadows
I slit their throats, to silence their voices
I lust for the blood that I spill!

The creature of the night
Can never sleep when mankind
Is the pray that I seek

Open your veins to me
Open your veins to me

I am the prophet of pain
I preach with the steel of my blade
Pemonitions detailed in the blood that I spill
I am the prophet of pain
I preach with the steel of my blade
Kneel and pray in my abbatoir of worship.

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