Venom

Hellchild
Demon of delights you won't fight
Hellchild
Tonights the night tonight
I walk the streets of darkness
Indulgence in the air
To late to save the few
Who knew of what and were
But as I near the answer
Grows into a lore
Satan's commandments
>From the pits of hellfire roar
Hellchild
The midnight oil is gathered
Scents of lust ignite the air
Bodies naked golden writhe
Their beauty without care
Babylon their peasants dream