The Devil's Child - Nocturnal Rites

Born into sin,

a lust for the evil

Betrayed and deceived,

benn giving his number

Serpent of death, child of the darkness

A servant to torture, a slave to power

Twisting his mind, the ways of the wicked

There’s no turning back

Ten thousand eyes, hiding the glory

Who’s the chosen one?

Who could have known, death ws a blessing

It’s the Devil’s Child

The power he holds, witness the progress

His senses unfold;

the choice has been made

Eyes lit with fire, a snake in disguise

Collector of souls, the work must go on