Satan's Werewolf

A forlorn eye burns on the altar of darknessTo reflect the fire of the majesty of deathIn his glory and in praise of all evilAwaken the wolfish shadow, let darkness reignSatan's Werewolf - The chalice of life stands barrenAwaiting fulfillment from the cursed wineSatan's Werewolf - In the light of this one candleThe blood is the life and my blood is Satan'sIn the name of LuciferMy blood for his majesty to live once and againOn this dark journey on a path adorned with ashesTo travel into my dreams and to find the true lightThe blazing torch second only to the morning starSatan's Werewolf - The chalice of life stands barrenAwaiting fulfillment from the cursed wineSatan's Werewolf - In the light of this one candleThe blood is the life and my blood is Satan'sTo forge not works of art, but swords of deathfor therein lies the most noble art of allCome forth ravenous, in a world without endFor all that is great is built on their sorrowTo consume the libation in morbid transfixionfrom a chalice now filled with their contemptAnd to gloat from atop the highest pyramid of skullsFor all that I seek shall be begotten in warfare