Devilspawn

Burial ground breaths evil
Footsteps lead to hills of tombs
Here thousand mourning spirits
Underneath hearts pounding

Feel the call of Satan

Dust filled chambers open
Altar now dried but stained
With blood once shed
Waiting for right one

Feel the call of Satan

Sacrifice the life
To serve the master
Covenant of souls tide
Waiting for this night

Feel the touch of Satan

Death release spreading
Like pestilence rising
To bring torment
Hunt the race of humans

Feel the wrath of Satan