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Tekster: Offspring, The. Demons.

Clouds pass over the moon

Like an eye that shows impending doom

Tension in this misty air

Souls pass into the room

Drawn in by a lost memory

You will join them in the moonlight



You are my offering

Your soul transcends

The centuries of pain

Your misery in life

Is your ecstasy in death



Time passes like the wind

As we race to beat days dusky grin

Mornings just a moment away

Your body glistens in candlelight

As we all look on in fiendish delight

The ritual is just beginning

Come fulfill the prophecy

With our demons of debauchery

As virgins and spectres sing

This madness will never cease



In the dead of night

You will follow

In the footsteps of many others

Who have come before

I will show you the altar

Your Aztec eyes, Egyptian hair

Your beauty bestoved upon my lair

I've loved you before, in other lives

But you've never meant as much to me

Never meant as much to me as now



In this night of sacrifice

where blood is spilt

That will never spill again

But in your linen robes

We want you now

We want you now

You could never ask for more than that



You are my offering

Your soul transcends

The centuries of pain

Your misery in life

Is your ecstasy in

Come fulfill the prophecy

With our demons of debauchery

This madness will never cease