Priest's Hellish Fiend - Aura Noir

Leaving the dead barren fields behind

I’m on the prowl with the glow from my torch

Searing winds howl harsh and pave the way

Towards your parish adorned with stolen gold

I see your congregation of fictitious souls

As my dreaded shapes and shades unfolds

All the while, Satan’s cloak, it covers you

In the fluctuations you call Hell.

This be your realm

Your sanctuary

But I am here

Priest’s Hellish Fiend

Crawl through the hallways

I’ve displayed your daughters' heads

Covered in the juices of my lust

Creep towards the gallows

Your brothers there, swaying

From my ropes woven with their entrails

Priest’s Hellish Fiend

I’ll carve a new cross unto your face

I’ve carved my commandments on your back

I will serve your sons' blood from your scalp

As I drizzle salt onto your skinless skull

Alive, raped and ravished by the hounds of hell

Crazed by the viciousness displayed

Through the black forces that dwell in this domain

The glare of Satan’s power has prevailed