Satyr IX

I hear the night calling it knows my name
I hear the night screaming summoned again
My need My lust for vengeance, black wings of hate
My wrath at last has reason, legions awake!
And when the night calls
We rise, we kill
Our covens grow in darkness
Nurtured by weed and pills
Rise, Rise
Legions of Hatred
Rise, Rise
Legions of Hatred