Sluagh, demon
Pull the blood upon your face
Pull the blood upon your face, Grip dementia. I am now enslaved through hate, Suffer my fate decide. Shot in their blackened tombs, Death burning my eyes, Invert birth great fiery womb, Time to ever die. Die. Feeling death consuming Deaths head all around me. Feel death round, Feel death bound. Demons scream and pull me in, Look behold the flesh, Kingdom built of rotting skin, Enter gates of hell, Feel life die, Feel you die..