Black Omens - Dog Fashion Disco

Death walked over and over

Hell has taken you over

Death walked over and over

Hell has taken you over

Revel in the chaos with orgasmic delight

Foam at the mouth as you gouge out your eyes

Defile from within, every joy you’ve found in sin

The pain in every breath will die a second death

Death walked over and over

Hell has taken you over

We are the cross, we are the pentagram

We are the angels, we are the damned

Death walked over and over

A ghost in the machine

Black omens in the sky

Carved into their flesh

Burnt into their minds

Heat inside implies the designer

Cold persistence of time

The lonely path to addition

In endless haunting visions

A ghost in the machine

Black omens in the sky

Carved into their flesh

Burnt into their minds

The high priest of blank dimensions

Blocks out your name

God giveth life

Then He taketh all away

Diseases passed among the herd

Validity for the absurd

Preying upon your weaknesses

A blood and bile sustenance

Consuming, feeding, gluttonous

A blood and bile sustenance

Screaming demons have their way

A rendezvous with destiny

We are the cross, we are the pentagram

We are the angels, we are the damned

We are the cross, we are the pentagram

We are the angels, we are the damned

Death walked over and over

Hell has taken you over