Songtext von Under His Horns

black ink from my veins carving his name in flesh a contract for the soul a devilish possessive lense riddles - riddles - riddles destined for the few curses damnations blasphemies destined for the masses under his horns the dark that breathes pulsating electrically fearinducing inquisition - running rabid in league with the cavalcade lurking, stalking and preying dying in my hands knives, blades and razors walls made of flesh under his horns where is the light trapped inside the dirt crawling crawling like lice maggots maggots under his foot slaves slaves of the horned one