What Fresh Hell

by Leviathan

From the album: Tentacles of Whorror

Track 1 of 12 on Tentacles of Whorror (2004).

Duration: 4:24

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Lyrics for What Fresh Hell

Take wings at Midnight, Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon Her thoughts become scarcely human, They infest and cloud her mind And she longs for this rotting ill, And the grim bolt of her king She waits in bestial desire to meet her master's last words "Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power... I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace... Taking wings at midnight"

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