The pentagram
The sign of our war
A force of nature

I chose my side lifetimes ago
Forged in my own blood
Driven by a thirst for knowledge
Guided by the pentagram

I’ve got a place in hell
With satan as my right hand
And I pray for war to the pentagram

Driven to the extreme
Feeding of hatred from the ground
Inspecting the mirror
Picking up broken shards
Creating the pentagram

That’s the way your life will be
With a sworn allegiance to the pentagram
I chose this way, this force of nature, the pentagram