Superstition And Fear

Know the image of the thought
Pure evil has no place
Disease is under your control
Stalking yet another soul

A thousand torches burning
The eyes of fire

I'm not scared
I'm not afraid of you

Skin tight over curved body
I lay down to sleep
With superstition and fear
Felt too strange to speak

Feeling the seduction
It's going to die

I'm not scared
I'm not afraid of you

Old stakes in blackened ground
Neglected corpses lying sour
Loathsome creatures in the shadows
Bashing it with all its power

A thousand torches burning
The eyes of fire