Leaving the dead barren fields behind I'm on the prowl with the glow from my torch Searing winds howl harsh and pave the way Towards your parish adorned with stolen gold I see your congregation of fictitious souls As my dreaded shapes and shades unfolds All the while, Satan's cloak, it covers you In the fluctuations you call Hell.
This be your realm Your sanctuary But I am here Priest's Hellish Fiend
Crawl through the hallways I've displayed your daughters' heads Covered in the juices of my lust
Creep towards the gallows Your brothers there, swaying From my ropes woven with their entrails
Priest's Hellish Fiend
I'll carve a new cross unto your face I've carved my commandments on your back I will serve your sons' blood from your scalp As I drizzle salt onto your skinless skull Alive, raped and ravished by the hounds of hell Crazed by the viciousness displayed Through the black forces that dwell in this domain The glare of Satan's power has prevailed