Satan Sex Ceremonies

Blood and black leather Your eyes turned out so cold Behave towards a witch that knows pleasure Scream, drool, suck & fuck Black Mass perversion The place that's in your heart Enslaved by flesh and imprisoned by obsession Spell of love Demonic eyaculation of a hateful seed That strands inside the womb of an evil seer The dead that wakes and takes a newborn being that sacrifices itself for an endless trip, yeah!! The Wrath of Jacula (Instrumental)

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Stiff bodies together lonely into the night It's just what it takes to make me feel alright or down? No, dear babe, you feel profane Oh, obsessed babe, I want you here I'm guilty, so guilty, paying for her love She's wicked, so wicked, she's what turns me on or down?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Dear Lord where have you been? Is this what I have to pay? My misery is the joy of someone else I'm buried from my feet until my head Your sins must be confessed But there's no god who should I talk to with I'll better be prepared to lose my head I'm the kind who'll never learn

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Dark wolves are coming I dread the feel of been chased, babe Mind games that turn me Into an empty casket of feelings I think I love you, babe I think I love you, babe I think I love you, babe So far away from god Inhaling broken glass to ease the pain, babe You didn't need to ask I'd rather die than been blessed, yeah I think I love you, babe I think I love you, babe I think I love you, babe You still think that it's in command An inner war ignites the fire These mountains hide what I desire But if you look beyond you'll see the light! Yeah

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Surrender to dark masses and join a cult of disgrace Electric mausoleum music is what feeds all their heads Blood seals the curse of knives yeah, a corpse that resurrects Stinging needle fill veins with electricity and pain.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Demonic slow burn from dungeon flames Are these words from the undead? Frostbitten claws that rip my flesh The snake bit is what I pledge. Oh no, uh Dismembered guts and blood again Our pleasure is profane Dead bodies crawl from open graves Sex maniacs gathered in hell The smell of death that burns my head I'm chained into despair All meaning is lost now and drugs are ships Into eternity

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025