Xasthur - Middle Ages Return lyrics

As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore His prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in His grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain And She would rot. Alone Insane. On the twisted nails of faith.