Your rotten to the core, Every body knows what you got, But they still come back for more, Your everybodys favourite, You give them all a good time, Your
Songs of the VENOM
blood is fresh but you are dead Cross into the freaks domain See your fear feel your pain The prophesy has now begun You cannot hide you cannot run
The night draws the warmth from my flesh Howls in the distance The wolves they catch my scent They yearn for my blood warm and fresh But I…. Cannot
the tales I have to tell Of demons, death and misery In this wonderland called hell The things that children dream of Are present in this land Look in
Taste the soil, inside my mouth Muscles screaming, soundless cries Silent staring, of a thousand eyes Blood is pumping – through my veins Tendond tearing – while fragile life
Taste her feel her Rising the west Hear the slack tormentor She’s the best Warm me cool me You can take me day or night Be my inventor I
You pray for salvation Your soul you would sell Avoiding damnation And those who reign in hell A game for the liar But who pays the price The stakes
fires burn within their eyes pentagram with baphomet midnight strikes goat of menders lifts his head summons up the living dead virgin flesh lies tied and bound hail satanas
As friend gather round and mourners they weep My mind thinks of all the things I have done My body is cold but my heart beat goes on And
Listen to the night Loud as Hell and black as death Only men take fright Sit around my flame bright Warm your bones and hear Virgins die and demons