Obsessed by the Grave - Legion Of The Damned

I am obsessed by the grave

Born in the shadow of death

Blessed with a vampire rage

My touch is Azrael’s breath

Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards

Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs

Haunting in the dark, these places many years

Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon

Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate

Opening the lid and catch the smell of death

Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest

I want to maim the corpse, with my steel artifact

I am obsessed by the grave

Born in the shadow of death

Blessed with a vampire rage

My touch is Azrael’s breath

Cut the strip of flesh, from the pale corpse

In the bloody morgue, before it’s being buried

Feeding on the dead, flesh, blood and ashes

Consuming the deceased, necrophagious feast

Preying on humans misanthropic urge

Homicidal maniac, on a random killing spree

Assault them in the house, shoot them in the head

Crush the fucking skull, I want to see them bleed

Welcome to my temple of death

Worship my skelethal shrine

With bones of the dead decorated

To death and the evil I am dedicated

Sigils of Satan inscribe my body

Confirm my allegiance with him

I made a pact and ritualized

Evoked the demons in sinister rites

Torture animals to express my malice

Thoughman is a more worthy prey

I show contempt for your weak kind

Hatred is, my only way

No regret of the mayhem I’ve spread

The murderous snake is uncoiled

Misanthropic thoughts rule my mind

I am heir to the ancient bloodline

Power and submission make up my world

Ghoulishness, I celebrate

Torture, bloodlust, without-end

I crave the stench of decay

I obtained blessings from the other side

Done the deeds of which many dreamt

I have seen the belly of the beast

But now the vampire roams again

I am obsessed by the grave

Born in the shadow of death

Blessed with a vampire rage

My touch is Azrael’s breath

Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards

Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs

Haunting in the dark, these places many years

Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon

Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate

Opening the lid and catch the smell of death

Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest

I want to maim the corpse, with my steel artifact