The Harvest That Dragged Me Down

Can you feel the darkness flowing through her veins
 Like a rabbit sickness stronger by the day
 Feasting on the young, carving flesh from bone
 Thirteen pieces, hell is now your home
 The wicked
 Candles burning black
 The wicked
 Born of demon seed
 The wicked
 Bares the devil's mark
 Twisting human form into deathlike throes
 Howling at the sky, praise the fiend below
 Suffer all the children stolen from their sleep
 Dead without a grave, their essence she will reap
 The wicked
 Candles burning black
 The wicked
 Born of demon seed
 The wicked
 Bares the devil's mark
 Profane the will of god
 Death chants usher in new flesh
 Red moon
 Lucifer rise
 Shadow lord
 Death rite
 Conjured sin
 Open throat
 Horned saint
 Blood throne
 Body torn
 Flesh divide
 Slow burn
 Funeral fire
 The dead don't die
 Can you feel the darkness flowing through her veins
 Like a rabbit sickness stronger by the day
 Feasting on the young, carving flesh from bone
 Thirteen pieces, hell is now your home
 The wicked
 Candles burning black
 The wicked
 Born of demon seed
 The wicked
 Bares the devil's mark
 I know who you are.
 You are the enemy.
 Where do you come from?
 The dust.
 Where do you go to?
 The grave.
 Yes, we are not ...
 And your torment ... is like darkness of the night
 And we ... and ... well.