Cryptic Winds - Satanachia lyrics

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 k** Satanachia Satanachia A chill that grips your soul His icy breath Your last kiss Everlasting kiss of d**h 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