DEAD HOURS DEVILISH TRIO

[Verse 1: BAKER]
Basking in this afterglow of power
Feelin like I'm chosen
In the strike of the dead hours
It's the fear that leaves you frozen
In the corner of your room
A shadow stands and softly whispers
Every thought that comes to mind is of demise
Ya slowly slippin
In that murder-murder redrum
Backwards speaking serpent tongues
A detriment I have become throughout the land you'll hear it sung
Bring the worship to my feet
I rock the cradle of the beast
Never known who I am
It is the master of mystique
Feel the creep of the bugs as they crawl under skin
I cast these evil thoughts into your mind
Now watch my rain begin
Hallucinations mass devastation
I'll soon be tasting
Power like no other so corrupted
By the force of faithless
Rebel yell give’em hell
Fuck the opposition
I will not eat what I am feed
There’s poison in the vision
Change the source and break the will
Recode this mind to see what’s real
Never scared of the feel I chase it for a new thrill
Deadly touch gore lust I want to feel the rush
Crushing all my enemies inside my hand they turn to dust
Incinerate these abomination no room for weak
Just Close your eyes and sense the line
There’s nowhere for ya to retreat
Pray to this trinity of 3
These unholy venomous ways
Will getcha caught up in the dark so be careful of what you say
Crossing boundary’s of the norm
I meditate within the storm
The thunder glows upon my horns
Within my eyes, you see the scorn