Gasping in the night, stabbed by the horns
Moans beneath the pentagram, fuelling the spirit of the ritual
Shivers hanging from the cross
Blood streaming from the signs on your chest
Possessive hands coming forth from the night
Strapped before the signs of Hell
You're shivering, goose bumped shivering
Split your legs apart, riding the thorns, eyes white rolling in possession
For the shadow you shall spread, pulled to the horned, forcing penetration
Horned for the beast, for me the path growing stronger
Choke hold victory... choke hold victory...
Gasping in the night, fulfillment, stabbed by the horns
Screams beneath the pentagram, stabbed by the horns
Screams beneath the pentagram, hanging upon the inverted cross
Raw mercy laid down, occult madness and rituals
Goring glory rising the dead, mirroring future in my eyes
You're shivering, no escaping the spells, your shivering is the pleasure
Choke hold victory... choke hold victory...
