Holy Death - Mr.Kitty

Beauty of a frozen night

Will come to take you by the hand

With torment, she will do what’s right

Erase the wounds by hands of man

But every soul is not the same

Destroy my kingdom I have built

To fill your heart with lustful shame

Consume your mind with endless guilt

Inner demons hold me closely

Desecration, they’re not holy

Hidden hands will sever their heads

Lay them to rest on their death bed

Hanging head on sacred ground

Paradise to lands of waste

Cloudy eyes, they make no sounds

Vengeful hearts make no mistakes

Now is the time, summon the saint

The ties that bind are now enslaved

Her scythe will heal, their blood as paint

Our holy death is not afraid

Inner demons hold me closely

Desecration, they’re not holy

Hidden hands will sever their heads

Lay them to rest on their death bed