"Invert The Virgin" lyrics
Slice open the whores neck
Invoke the blood
Bathe in the warm red
Invert her virgin soul
Her soul was once pure
Now she is but a whore
She is now possessed
In the grip of darkness
Invert the virgin...
She lies dead on the altar
The incubus licks her flesh
As we start the ritual
In her virgin blood
Her corpse is now a shell
For the master to be born
Through the darkness he comes
Crawling forth from hell
His pain is adorned
With thorns from a fallen king
His strength is covered
With lust of the fallen few
Invoke the blood
Bathe in the warm red
Invert her virgin soul
Her soul was once pure
Now she is but a whore
She is now possessed
In the grip of darkness
Invert the virgin...
She lies dead on the altar
The incubus licks her flesh
As we start the ritual
In her virgin blood
Her corpse is now a shell
For the master to be born
Through the darkness he comes
Crawling forth from hell
His pain is adorned
With thorns from a fallen king
His strength is covered
With lust of the fallen few
