Venom

The scent of Zenith clogs the midnight air You look around to see yourself and stare Hot knives you know you're not alone The thunder burst your mind and cracks your bones This is our hell and that's the way we live Your eyes tranfixed by a deadly riff There ain't no door way to Satan's mind He takes your soul and leaves your shells behind The sings of man dictate eternity We are the sons of Satan-we the three The final gift of hades is Satan band and now the future lis in his beloved hands