I hear his voice, he's calling me
Through the streets and in the wind
A soft seductive echoing
I hear it as it twists and bends.
My body rises from the bed
I slowly walk the path alone
As his call seers through my head
I find my way into his home.
The darkened stairs lead to his room
And as I walk with steps of doubt
I hear his voice in slumbered gloom
My breath comes raspy, in and out.
The breeze from opened windows drift
As heathen creatures here are born
In Satan's sanction comes the kiss
Of pungent breaches and bloody thorns.
The screeches loudly herald me
Into the depths of Hell I roam
Until I finally come to rest
Among the undead's catacombs.
