Sex, Blood, & Black Magic - Dawn of Ashes

There is a poison growing within temptation.

And I feel it …

We dirty our hands with corruption & deprivation.

Do you feel it…

Theater for the lacerated

Lusting for tyranny

Getting off, getting off, getting off on the Devil’s ways

It’s all about the sex

It’s all about the bloodshed

Conjuring black magic… yeah

Conjuring black magic… yeah

And it feels so good…

And it feels so good…

And it feels so fucking good…

And it feels so fucking good…

Now Slit your moral wounds

And let it drain

Now Slit your moral wounds

And recreate the pleasures of pain

Tender, naked flesh being demoralized… and I feel it …

Crushing a rose to only endure the thorns… Do you feel it?

Spoiled so it becomes Impure

Lusting for the void of it all

Getting off, getting off, getting off by the Devil’s ways