Devil's Night

Once every full moon, I leave my calling card
A carved up body left in the bone yard
I am the wicked surgeon
I bathe in the blood of virgins
I refuse to bow before a being unknown
I believe in a Creator that can be shown
True Evil lies in the hands that's blessed
I exist among a few I consider my guest
Preparing for the arrival of an Immortal Soul
Demons gather before the ritual bowl
The clock chimes and it's time to begin
The future is His, beginning of the end
We gather in a circle and light the flames
Others chant while I call His Name
Darkness shrouds the room and His Presence is made
Quietness fills the room as we pass the blade
Our devotion is like no other to say the least
To dine with our Lord and Saviour, the Unholy Beast
We say our prayer and with open arms
Evil is our way, it's our charm