The Pentacle Star Lyrics


Cast down in mortal disguise – belittles himself among the pagans

With razor sharp precision – he carves another prize of death

Not willing to hear pathetic please for life

Thought it all in life as kind – surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade

To raise the tainted blood of desire – embedding the blade into harlot flesh

Not willing to hear pathetic please for life

Strategically placed mutilation – he shall then complete the pentacle circle

He’s never been caught nor found – a grave sickness, never to be equaled

Not willing to hear pathetic please for life

Not willing to hear pathetic please for life!