Satyr IX

I hear the night calling It knows my name I hear the night screaming Summoned again My need, my lust for vengeance Black wings of hate My wrath at last has reason Legions awake And when the night calls We rise, we kill Our covens grow in darkness Nurtured by weed and pills Rise, rise, legions of hatred Rise, rise, legions of hatred Rise, rise, legions of hatred Rise, rise, legions of hatred!