Mark of Jubilee - Demon Lung

somewhere upon her skin is the mark

the mark of Jubilee

my love Justine now hangs crucified

you will all die soon

her last breath lingers in the air

the ambience of sorrow entombs, closing

stillness glares out from her eyes

reflection of our future gleams

from the pool of her cold blood

the primal sense of losing all

echoing through the caverns of my marrow

monument of despair

this emptiness will soon be filled

with the wrath of my vengeance

I swear here and now by the one called Belphegor

her spilled blood will not go unanswered or ignored

this night will be your last, for our pact must be seen through

my curse, strengthened by the deaths of all of you

heed my call

to Aamon

heed my call

to Astaroth

penance for holy sinners

your deaths shall be merciless

and by the glory of the morning Star

pray for Justine