The Coven Letra

Can‘t you hear the fog, the croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts, you can find me praying for fire

(Down the woods, the coven of the black pope's calling on rage)
Praying For Fire
(Down the woods, the black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame)
Hellbound

Your rage and your black sense
I can‘t stand the face of your god
The sight must look disturbing at all
Cause we‘re not here to pray

But you can‘t stand the face of the dark
We dance around the graves that you messed up
Why would we be faking that, When there‘s no way out of hell

Down the woods fate is upside down
Can‘t you hear the fog, the croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts, you can find me praying for fire

(Down the woods, the coven of the black pope's calling on rage)
Praying For Fire
(Down the woods, the black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame)
Hellbound