Demons of desire

Mighty incubus

Upon your nakedness

He procures your lust

Satanachia

Master of command

Wicked by his will

With legions he shall stand

Waiting for the kill

Satanachia

Satanachia

A chill that grips your soul

His icy breath

Your last kiss

Everlasting kiss of death

As you fall under his seductive spell

Demons now dance around

Inside your head

To run with the night

Or locked up in your cell

You are to be his bnde

And joineth him in hell

Satanachia

Satanachia