Album Name : God to the Ill-Fated
Release Date : 2009-02-10
Song Duration : 3:19
Devian Mask Of Virtue
It's in dead of night she pries
In blood soaked dreams you die
She wants to give you disease as a gift, a fever caress
Bite you and bruise your skin black, hear the noises stress
Nails scratching deep in your bones, a succubus bane
Nothing you can do but take the pain
It's in the bloodstained screams she crawls
And in her nightmares that you fall
Scream in the fire of no control, godly serve
Limbs will explode and contract, bleeding clear
Nailed to a poisonous dream - afterlife ascertain
Nothing you can do but take the pain
A God pleasure offering
Her true face is suffering
Kill!
God morphine crash down like a wall
God morphine wants it all
Cold, black as your soul
Piercing death's veil she played her role
Die!
