Nocturnal Breed - Triumph Of The Blasphemer lyrics

He storms the night His prey in sight The conqueror The frantic necromancer Rancorous words from his poisoned lips Rip your flesh like a devil's whip The impure touch of his finger tips Flares the mortal wound in your wrist Razor nails burrows through your face Feel the wrath of hell penetrate With the strength of a thousand wars He crush the holy "Die by his sword" When the burgundy sun goes down All heaven slayed and fallen to the ground With evil splendor he triumphs the sky With claws of metal he'll make you die Triumph of the blasphemer Triumph of the blasphemer