Wicked

Let the blood rain down from the heavens

All these swirls of deprivation

Of sweet, farewell sorrow

Screams that bring ease to thee

Consume the darkness into one figure

A heart inhuman to mortal

A bath covered in rotten flesh

Cackling into the feasting, dark night

Of the Red Moon

Let the calls of demons shriek in pleasure

Satanic rituals come to course

Let the flesh be cut with cold nails

Bite down their tongue

Rip all morality

Another spawned by malignant tongues

Let the echoes of the wicked be heard