The taste of blood
Reminds me of this horrid place
Your flesh so sweet
Makes me think of a rotting corpse

Vile
Shameful
Sinful ways
Human filth has reproduced
In the shadows where you hide
In the dark where you were born

Your scent so strong
All the way through thickened mist
Your face it melts
With impure thoughts that suffocates

Dreadful
Fiendish
Deadly deeds
Temptations forces are too strong
From the dead the spirits rise
To deceive all your desires

Who are these spirits
Who do they serve
Murdered messiah or
Prince of the air
Did their master conquer death
Or is sheol where he
And his goons perish