Satanachia by Cryptic Winds Lyrics

Demons of desire
Mighty incubus
Upon your nakedness
He procures your lust
Satanachia
Master of command
Wicked by his will
With legions he shall stand
Waiting for the kill
Satanachia
Satanachia
A chill that grips your soul
His icy breath
Your last kiss
Everlasting kiss of death
As you fall under his seductive spell
Demons now dance around
Inside your head
To run with the night
Or locked up in your cell
You are to be his bnde
And joineth him in hell
Satanachia
Satanachia