The Satanist

Somewhere near Kensington
In the year 1965
In a Georgian mansion
Will I find this man alive?

Alone
Under false pretence
Disrobe
The madness shall commence

A masked erotic display
Offered by his vile attendees
Sickening! As one they pray
Grandmaster of the Goat of Mendes

Whispers
Shadows begin to rise
Flickers
Of magic in his eyes

Bask in the glory of Satan
The corpse will never be found
Intent on incantation
The scourge of London Town

The fireplace crackles
In the corner of the room
Velvet carpets and incense smoke
Green the absynthe, viper infused
Repellent fascination
I can't forget why I'm here!

Locked up in the basement
Divided into cells
They waited for the moment
Trapdoor into hell
Transcends dimensions
Dark astral plane
Reveal his true form
Now taste the pain

Bask in the glory of Satan
The corpse will never be found
Intent on incantation
The scourge of London Town

Bask in the glory of Satan
The corpse will never be found
Intent on incantation
The scourge of London Town