歌词
A madman with a real bad plan, he revels in his own devilry
A manifesto conceived in blood, unleashed on the innocence he sees
Summoning the beast he prepares for the feast, he reads from Satan's verse
In his minds eye his thoughts amplify, he's one with the universe
From the five points the master anoints, so righteous in his blasphemy
Temptation fuels his damnation, he conducts a tritone symphony
Hail to the weak it's your soul he seeks, you succumb to the sirens song
A lone concubine sulking and confined, your eternity is ever-long
Please
Please don't kill me now
Please don't kill me
A young man in the palm of his hand, he shapes his dark destiny
Presence strong his flock sings along, that's blood on your hands he sees
They say a killing spree was unleashed by three, lost at the tip of a knife
Stirring up panic, claim its satanic, they'll make you pay with your life
Cue the night stalker soul growing darker, satanic in his ways
On the palm of his hand a fresh pentagram, in darkness he still reigns
His soul enslaved by his satanic ways, spreading fear though his pain
A demonic grin in a world full of sin, he starts his deadly campaign
You stole our innocence
Give me back my innocence
Behold the accused alone and abused, their innocence on trial
Children bare witness gripped by the sickness, they writhe with voices so vial
Burn all the witches, nothing but bitches, the afflicted flex their might
The righteous misled with madness in their head, whispers echoing through the night
False prophets arise, preaching all their lies, pure evil in their intent
Innocence condemned as the masses pretend, the children stay defiant
Hysteria reigns the devil gets blamed, ignorance fuels their panic
The bullied and abused are the ones they accuse, it's all purely Satanic
Written by: Al Sweeny, Jason Fetch
