Sarcator - The Hour Of Torment

Evil stalks the night, your soul belongs to me!
As darkness falls I spread my wings, delivered to the fiend
Malformation of twisted flesh
My thirst cannot be quenched
Suffer a thousand deaths in the realm of fire!

As flesh is flayed and blood is sprayed
The beast within awakens
Ripping apart flesh of ones foes
And being rained up by their splattering blood
In the hour of torment!

Molded by the shadows
Not enough to satisfy, I will help you die!
Shaped in the shadows
The children of fire visible at last
How they writhe inside my head
Driven away from sanity day by day
The night reveals it's abominations
Will the morning Sun ever rise?

As flesh is flayed and blood is sprayed
The beast within awakens
Ripping apart flesh of ones foes
And being rained up by their splattering blood
In the hour of torment