The Pentacle Star

歌詞

Cast down in mortal disguise Belittles himself among the pagans With razor sharp precision He carves another prize of death Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life Thought to all in life as kind Surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade To taste the tainted blood of desire Embedding the blade into harlot flesh Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life Theme Strategically placed mutilation He shall then complete the pentacle circle He's been never caught nor found A grave sickness, never to be equaled