Bitch! She appears from the dark as another victim dies Spirits on the trinity, a shrieking virgin cries Cryptic writings to raise 'em from the grave Blasphemy is evident, her soul cannot be saved

We arrived by the hundreds, a gang of the dead Donning our weapons and cycles of steel Deformed and demented and living in filth Riding through cities lusting for death...yeah Moonlight brighten

On a path of destruction Can we ever break out? You tell yourself it's nothing As your future comes down If you fan the fire You might burn alive Maybe its addiction And you won't survive the