Eidolon - The Pentacle Star Lyrics
Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagansWith razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of deathNot willing to hear pathetic pleas for lifeThought to all in life as kind - surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming bladeTo taste the tainted blood of desire - embedding the blade into harlot fleshNot willing to hear pathetic pleas for lifeThemeStrategically placed mutilation - he shall then complete the pentacle circleHe's been never caught nor found - a grave sickness, never to be equaled