To Walk the Infernal Fields

From the abode of demons
 A wing of the pentagram
 Comes the juice that painted
 My heart and my soul
 Swept in black they are
 Swept in black I am
 From this soul comes the eyes
 That will look upon your ten
 Beautiful heads
 With delight
 My heart is the one
 That will tend to your flames
 And make them mine
 We share this spirit
 My heart is yours
 I am your disciple
 And therefore my own
 Your weapon I will be
 With the demons that possesses me
 We'll ride the seven sins of death
 That takes me to Katharian
 The sign of your horns
 Is my dearest vision
 They impale all holy
 Holy and weak
 You watch me face the mirror
 And see desecration
 With my art I am the fist
 In the face of god
 You watch me face the mirror
 And see desecration
 With my art I am the fist
 In the face of god