Of all diabolical sights
the Fiend entices the eye the most.

No mortal over whom It's sight has swept
shall be seen as he once was,
like I haven't viewed them the same way
ever since the night I gazed upon
It's horrific beauty.

Of all diabolical sights
the Fiend entices the eye the most.

Mankind's palpitating souls sicken me.
Their faces shall become swathed in blood
as I gaze upon them,
and through my moldering eyes
their beauty shall come to a withering end.

Carve your tombstones,
wrap yourselves up in shrouds,
I've come to paint the town red.

Seek me out in every glare.
Turn a stone and I am there.
Smoldering embers mark my path,
glimpses of my indignation.

My obscure demeanor
is something to take delight in,
for the moment you lay your eyes on me
you'll gaze in the eye of a fiend.

My cornucopia spills pandemonium and disharmony,
blades and spikes chime my symphony.

Seek me out in every glare.
Turn a stone and I am there.
Smoldering embers mark my path,
glimpses of my indignation.

My obscure demeanor
is something to take delight in,
for the moment you lay your eyes on me
you'll gaze in the eye of a fiend.