To Their Death Beds They Fell - Helstar

Gather around, let me tell you a tale

Of masters, of slaves and the graves where each of them fell

My desolate shrine you’ve made holy it seems

A haven for murder and torture and monstrous beings

Women and children, they’re all the same

The cursed that’s bestowed upon me is to blame

Ripping and tearing at throats with disdain

Onto their deathbeds they fell

In my spell

A shepherd back from Hell

With a bloodshot stare

Held captive in my lair

None shall hear your prayers

Father confessor, kiss the ring on his hand

Oh how the holy revel in cursing the damned

When even the saintly have their perverted dreams

Which one’s the devil, the priest, or this monstrous being?

For I among many things

A monstrous being

An abhorrent bloodsucking fiend

I’ll leave you all barren and blind

An immortal to end all mankind

A world full of kings, thieves and monstrous beings

Where robed men of God cast out spirits unclean

Lord of the unlight, I take flight through the sky

And you’ll pray to a creature whose bleeding you dry