Hellchild

(альбом: Posessed - 1985)

Hellchild
Demon of delights you won't fight
Hellchild
Tonights the night tonight

I walk the streets of darkness
Indulgence in the air
Too late to save the few
Who knew of what and where
But as I near the answer
Grows into a lore
Satan's commandments
From the pits of hellfire roar

Hellchild
Demon of delights you won't fight
Hellchild
Tonights the night

The midnight oil is gathered
Scents of lust ignite the air
Bodies naked golden writhe
Their beauty without care
Babylon the peasants dream
My talisman
Drink the blood elixir
In pyramid demand
We have told you once before
Now you listen and take heed
You are a servant
To the dark immortals, breed

Hellchild
Demon of delights you won't fight
Hellchild
Tonights the night tonight

I walk the streets of darkness
Compulsion sings despair
The beast dictates the words
For every soul to wear
Black mist Mendes whispers
Locked behind the door
Take the keys to Egypt
And sing your evil score

Hellchild
Demon of delights you won't fight
Hellchild
Tonights the night tonight