Superstition And Fear کے بول

Know the image of the thought Pure evil has no place Disease is under your control Stalking yet another soul A thousand torches burning The eyes of fire I'm not scared I'm not afraid of you Skin tight over curved body I lay down to sleep With superstition and fear Felt too strange to speak Feeling the seduction It's going to die I'm not scared I'm not afraid of you Old stakes in blackened ground Neglected corpses lying sour Loathsome creatures in the shadows Bashing it with all its power A thousand torches burning The eyes of fire