"Prowling Leather" lyrics - MIDNIGHT (METAL)

Streets of disease, land of decay
Poisoning veins, no help to pray
Fall down to your graves
Darklord imperial slaves

Your search for Satan will be of little use
Nowhere to go but down
Give me your flesh cut straight from the bone
Soon it'll be my crown

Prowling leather
Demon of dark, angel of black
Pure hatred burns, start your attack