Obsessed By The Grave

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