Seance The Blessing Of Death
For those who fear the dark Shall always be blessed Those who live thru spells Restless death will taste Born dead the promised Land of salvation The sickened coming Bringer of damnation Awakened lust - holy - witches blood Devils spawn - blessed - by no priest Dark instinct - evil - shall prevail Burning death - alive - faith will fail Fire walk with me Lord of the dead talk to me When I was a child The dark would call my name In my dreams thru blood and fire I'd revel "Pactum cum diabolo" born of the devil Swinging, smiling - rotten from a tree For I've lost the blessing I will always be Blasphemy - against - all that's holy Merciless - to all - death unfold thee Fire walk with me Lord of the dead talk to me Fate given with birth servant of evil Though, I'm a true witch I can't die by fire I feel only the pain the pain the one desires They've tied me to the stake I await my fate The flames grow oh so high I wish that I could die
