Harlots of Hell spread your wings
As I penetrate your soul
Feel the fire shoot through your body
As I slip into your
throne
Cast aside, do as you will
I care not how you plead
Satan's child now stalks the earth
Born from my demon
seed
Hot winds of Hell
Burns, in my wake
Death is what you pray,
Behold, captor of sin
Infernal slaves of
manipulation
Captive of my vice
Abandon God, the helpless one
To relieve you of your plight
Subversive action will not
help
It will strengthen me
I see decline in your every move
Death your final plea
Hot winds of Hell
Burns, in my
wake
Death is what you pray,
Behold, captor of sin
Your skin turns to leather
I ignite your timid blood
You feel my
lethal touch
As I grasp your weary soul
I'll take you down into the fire