Eidolon - The Pentacle Star lyrics

Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of d**h Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life Thought to all in life as kind - surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade To taste the tainted blood of desire - embedding the blade into harlot flesh Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life [Theme] Strategically placed mutilation - he shall then complete the pentacle circle He's been never caught nor found - a grave sickness, never to be equaled