Nocturnal Rites

The Devil's Child

Nocturnal Rites


Born into sin, 
a lust for the evil 
Betrayed and deceived, 
benn giving his number 
Serpent of death, child of the darkness 
A servant to torture, a slave to power 

Twisting his mind, the ways of the wicked 
There's no turning back 

Ten thousand eyes, hiding the glory 
Who's the chosen one? 
Who could have known, death ws a blessing 
It's the Devil's Child 

The power he holds, witness the progress 
His senses unfold; the choice has been made 
Eyes lit with fire, a snake in disguise 
Collector of souls, the work must go on