Prince of Dark Cellars

Dark cellar hiding far from the sun
Wet cold wall crying for forgotten(revenge)
Axes facing me full of compassion
The Black Lodge calls

In the shadows
Me and the rats speak to the invoked
In the underground corridors
The heinous goat deals with me
The Black Lodge calls

Tormented I scream your name
Drunk,I tear my flesh again
Drowning me,In another form of suicide
Knives are talking to me
They want to taste your skin
The Black Lodge wants me to kill
Inefficient atempt to keep me sane
Inner daemons feed my cellars with pain
The Black Lodge calls me murderer
Tonight I can't escape the order
Black Lodge demands me to murder
The Black Lodge is the seat of my masters
I'm getting closer to the malevolant entities
I'm gettig closer to Satan
In the breath of night, I truly feel alive
Hurting blades with me,let's go for seduction
You'll become my favourite necrobabe