Satyr IX

I hear the night calling
It knows my name
I hear the night screaming
Summoned again

My need, my lust for vengeance
Black wings of hate
My wrath at last has reason
Legions awake

And when the night calls
We rise, we kill
Our covens grow in darkness
Nurtured by weed and pills

Rise, rise, legions of hatred
Rise, rise, legions of hatred
Rise, rise, legions of hatred
Rise, rise, legions of hatred!