Four To The Horns

We pledge these souls to the glory of Satan
Four to the horns
Come on

We meek servants of the dark
Hunted these vessels for tonight
A selection of virginal women
Our offering in this sacred rite

One for our duty to our lord
One for the majesty of blood
One toward the torment of this world
One for the hell of it

Twelve bells, the time is rung
Mercy is absent from our sanctum
Incantation, a summoning
Four lives gone is just the beginning

More for the horns

We meek servants of the dark
Bring more victims here tonight
Four, fair, yet to be deflowered
Sinless blood for our satanic rite

One for our duty to our lord
One for the majesty of blood
One for the torment of this world
One for the hell of it

Four to the horns



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Gross
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