they like to torture and pain
you hear their shabby lies
they feed their bellies while another dies
come on and wipe them away
so we don't see them for another day
we pray the message of hell
there's bloodlust in your eyes
the candles lick to the sky
the full moon's rising high
come dress in leather and spikes
celebrate till midnight strikes
hail to our master of hades
wait till his league invades
we pray the message of hell
why should someone be a better man
just if he prays to the lord?
we will never sympathize with them
ruling the world with a sword
there's bloodlust in your eyes
the candles lick to the sky
the full moon's rising high
come dress in leather and spikes
celebrate till midnight strikes
hail to our master of hades
wait till his league invades
we pray the message of hell