Satan's Lover

The guns from hell shoot up
At us to live their way
Blackmailing our regrettably
Weakening our security

The drawn out penetration
Robbed guilt for the
Slaughtering of our passion
Lays on your blood-soak-en hands

Shadows of demons behind your eyes
That laser piercing stare
A phantom spies you at play
His Aurora the opposite of pity

He's to judge Satan's child
Ravenous for your soul
Silently we all cried
We damaged this life enough now