Old Man's Child - Phantom Of Mortem Tales Lyrics
A burning lust for pleasure less desireA needless urge to killFearful thoughts, a strength we admireWith hate that their minds are fulfilledLike tyrants, living life in wrathLike wizards, vanishing into the dark:As black divine godsBorn under crimson rainTaking lives in seductive waysPutrefy the human skinFeeding the demons withinNailed to the heavenly crossYou will die with the taste of dustPraise your demonic saviourErase your memories of godLike wolves, howling to the nightLike beasts, living beyond the light:As black divine gods