Unholy Allience

Come hither thee, young child of grace
To which the angels call down to earth
Let me look upon thy lovely face
As Satan's son is birthed.

Let not the hungry souls entomb you
For with your blood a heathen feeds
Come child and lay upon this table
So we can cut and watch you bleed.

Into the night, we raise the wicked
To prey upon this maiden fair
And dance into the darkened mist
So Satan's child can be spared.

We give to you, master of death
This pure blood for to purge
Into the depths of hell's own breath
As putrid hands inside her surge.

Drink thus, to quench thy tainted tongue
With screeches that invade the homes
Of demons that have pulled her down
Into rot infested catacombs.