The Eerie Obzidian Circuz

You are on my will

Pathetic humans

Bloodstained Lips Drawn Back From teeth

To Reveal a Wide Humourless Grin

Lifeless Eyes in a Cold Black Stare

Three Years in The Grave - Undead Presence

Riding the Winds of Harvest

Bloodline of the Sand and Soul

Miracles of the Undeserted

Descending From the Vault Above

When the Cirkuz Comes To Town

Beware of Who's the Clown

Drawn To Jolly Children Laughter

The Devilman is Here in After...

Demons Clad In Black

Demons Don't Wear White

Tearing...

Tearing You Apart...

They are Tearing You Apart...