Tonight the reaper, wants you
Their meat will, be used in the cult
The lord of death, has no mercy
I command, you become a slave
Feel afraid of me
Its filthy whore
Feel my spell
Feel the fetish of hell
Hell fetish, for human flesh
Burning pain, in your soul your are a waste
This is hell, before you now
While I have your flesh, your soul falls
Fell afraid of me
Its filthy whore
Feel my spell
Feel the fetish of hell