Wicked Thought

[Devil's thoughts]

Tides of blackness in the air so calm
Tongues of torches lick your arms
Hatred wakes in your chests
Where do you go, silent lambs?

Fullmoon procession crawls to the square
To the impaled by wooden crosses grave
Awaiting for it's victims to come
The breathing fire hellhound

[Devil reads the thoughts of the crowd]

Black magic is to be banished
Be cleansed by the punishing flames
Perverted souls are to vanish
To suffer in profaning blaze

[Devil's thoughts]

I read your thought, oh it's so sweet
Your rigged minds are so bleak
To any wind bearing any seed
To bloom and provoke bloody deed

The will of your god brews with bloodlust
It pulls to murder your own kind
It throws you into the abyssal chasm
Dug by your own arms

Living dead, dwelling in tomb
Sheltered in a dungeon of soul
Venomous waters are your source
Tormentors grown to be whores

Another innocent meets flame
Dies to rise with revenge
Your defender you disgrace
One day you will take his place