The Horrors of Satan

This foggy Night belongs to us...

See our Faces when the Lightning strikes
A gruesome Nightmare coming real tonight
The living Dead shall stalk this cursed Place
Black Coffins open, Blood is what we crave

The Undead hunger for your Soul
Vampires thirsting for your Blood
Grey is the Skin, so are the Bones
Our Graves were the Soil and the Mud

(chorus:)
We are the Horrors of Satan
The Children of the Mighty Undead
We are the Horrors of Satan
Bloodthirsty Ghouls that find no Rest

Lycanthropic Shadows howl their Warning
Bewitched Souls, Pentagrams are forming
Corpses march towards the Living they are forced
To once again find the Life they lost
Thin Arms of the Trees try to catch your Soul
They come alive as Crosses fall, their Touch is cold
Their Eyes are glowing bloody red in this Night
On Souls they feed, damned in Pain, a fearsome Sight

(chorus:)
We are the Horrors of Satan
The Children of the Mighty Undead
We are the Horrors of Satan
Bloodthirsty Ghouls that find no Rest

Grey Ghosts rise, eight Feet tall
Voices sing from bottomless Wells
We will never find our Rest
We are forever damned to Hell
Witches ride their Broomsticks
Gathering Goats and Bats
Mixing poisonous Elixir
Turning all Living into Rats

The Orchestra of the Undead will play
Their vicious Parts for the Dark
A Homage paid to the Lord of this World
Enchanting Tunes as black as Tar

But...A Grave defiled shall be your Home
Now sleep forever, in Pain you will dwell
Your Soul is consumed as the Torture ends
But...the Horrors of Satan will rise again...

There can't be no Rest!...