Sargeist

Out in the night I am the storm
I am the winds that slash your flesh.
Obscure writings cut on your ugly skin.
Drug-crazed of my magnificent power.
Back in the chapel from the morbid night.
You wake and depression crawl on your neck
I bite your heart forever with poison
Until you become what my plan require
A priest became a puppet of Satan
New prayers will praise Hell instead.
Wine changed for weird opium and alcohol.
Let the congregation begin.