The winds of darkness blow again
Ridden by the mares of night
They beckon me in dreams and visions
From far beyond creations light
They sing to me
Wrathful beast of Satan's fire
They urge me further on my path
Now soaked in froth and dark desire
At the threshold of the inverted womb I stand
Surrounded by darkness
Amidst its blackened clearness
There is naught to veil my sight
I can behold as they ascend
The malformed horrors of the night
And feel the crosses turn
Each sense grow dim as if one with the dead
And as I fall on my knees to the ground I am fed
With the fumes of shallow graves
Into the starless night, I follow the stench
Urged on by a thirst that can not be quenched
Into the starless night, I must go
The urge is so strong, it's all that I know
Satan's hunger
Satan's hunger
The luring lament of a witch
The psalms of angels fallen
The chanting of the undead
They echo in the wind
Sanity and senses with darkness now aligned
Like tentacles and angelwings
In foulest love entwined
And the graves begin to open
The brightest light
Will always cast the darkest shadows
Shadows in which truth lies concealed
For deep in the tunnels
Beyond the dream of this world
The mysteries truely reveal
Into the starless night, I follow the stench
Urged on by a thirst that can not be quenched
Into the starless night, I follow the call
Urged on by a lust, that eliminates all
Satan's hunger
Satan's hunger
