Servants of Evil

Servants of Evil Come to your house tonight Tear you from your dreams And give you to the night Viscous fanatics Chanting in tongues They will harvest your blood To rise up the great old one Taken in silence Blinded and bound Dragged underneath Cold lifeless ground Things that you see Fill you with fear Beg to your god Don't let this be real Panic sets in As you start to realize The nature of you abduction Is demise Obsessed over power They harvest your soul An offering made To the dark gods of old Servants of Evil Come to your house tonight Tear you from your dreams And give you to the night Viscous fanatics Chanting in tongues They will harvest your blood To rise up the great old one