The scent of zenith clogs the midnight air

You look around to see yourself and stare

Hot knives you know you're not alone

The thunde bursts your mind and cracks your bones



Venom



This is our hell and that's the way we live

Your eyes transfixed by a deadly riff

There ain't no doorway to satan's mind

He takes your soul and leaves your shell behind



The sins of man dictate eternity

We are the sons of Satan we are three

The final gift of hades is Satan's band

And now the future lies in his beloved hands