The Pentacle Star Lyrics

The Pentacle Star lyrics

Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans



With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of death







Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life







Thought to all in life as kind - surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming
blade



To taste the tainted blood of desire - embedding the blade into harlot flesh







Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life







Theme







Strategically placed mutilation - he shall then complete the pentacle circle



He's been never caught nor found - a grave sickness, never to be equaled