Letra da Música: Satanachia - Cryptic Winds

Demons of desire
mighty incubus
Upon your nakedness
he procures your lust

Satanachia

Master of command
wicked by his will
With legions he shall stand
waiting for the kill

Satanachia
Satanachia

A chill that grips your soul
his icy breath
Your last kiss
everlasting kiss of death
As you fall under his seductive spell
demons now dance around
inside your head

To run with the night
or locked up in your cell
You are to be his bnde
and joineth him in hell

Satanachia
Satanachia