Prowling Leather

Streets of disease land of decay
Poisoning veins no help to pray
Fall down to your graves
Darklord imperial slaves
Your search for satin will be of little use
Nowhere to go but down
Give me your flesh cut straight from the bone
Soon it'll be my crown
Prowling leather
Demon of dark angel of black
Pure hatred burns start your attack



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Walters
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