Be My Death Cult

I am famine and disease
I can feel you moving
On a black canvas of death
Devils painting ruins
The colors of your death are bright
Golden remnants torment
Awful moaning from the dead
Vampire roman coven

I will lead you into hell
I will love you till your death
Bones and skin that walk along
The aisles of my church, enthralled
Be my death cult

Sin inside stronger than me
Crucifix, black lipstick
Down these crooked stairs will lead
Winters rain, dead roses
Broken mirror, hotel room
Hold your head down lowly
Wings so black, they are the night
My love will cut like a knife

I will lead you into hell
I will love you till your death
Bones and skin that walk along
The aisles of my church, enthralled
Be my death cult

I will lead you into hell
I will love you
The fires burn our flesh as one

I will lead you into hell
I will love you till your death
Bones and skin that walk along
The aisles of my church, enthralled
Be my death cult
Be my death cult