Lamp Of Thoth Witchcraft & The Law Lyrics

You wear the mark of the devil
And oft' have been seen at midnight revel
Your house my dear is bathed in shame
A curse exists upon your name.

Cause! Satan's price is not your life
Or your bones - It's your soul

You ride on the wings of doom
Lure innocent men into your room
Seduce them in a magic way
And send those poor bastards to the grave. Do you believe in your mortal soul?
Do you think you have control?
Do you repent for your blasphemy?
Take my hand, child come with me.

Your closest friend is a goat
On the souls of the sacrificed you gloat
Your beauty's strength is in fear
Woe to he who gets too near