Old Mans Child - Phantoms Of Mortem Tales lyrics

[Lyrics by Galder]

A burning lust for pleasure less desire

A needless urge to kill

Fearful thoughts, a strength we admire

With hate that their minds are fulfilled

Like tyrants, living life in wrath

Like wizards, vanishing into the dark:

As black divine gods

Born under crimson rain

Taking lives in seductive ways

Putrefy the human skin

Feeding the demons within

Nailed to the heavenly cross

You will die with the taste of dust

Praise your demonic saviour

Erase your memories of god

Like wolves, howling to the night

Like beasts, living beyond the light:

As black divine gods