Coven The Monger
He stands alone, outside the gates of hell
Set free, to torment and kill
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
He'll search till the end, be glad when you've died
A dealer of death he may make a trade
Your life will serve him well
A fury unleashed to destroy all it seeks
Death monger sent straight from hell
He breaks through the door, hell's own monger returns
Your soul is damned, as your world starts to burn
He stands alone, outside the gates of hell
Set free, to torment and kill