Текст песни Slayer - Captor Of Sin

Текст:

Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your throne Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel Satan's job, I snatch you up, force of my demon's seal Hot winds of Hell Burns, in my wake Death is what you pray, Behold, captor of sin As fit of slaves, my manipulation, captive of my vice Abandon God, thy helpless ones, to relieve you of your plight Subversive action will not help, it will strengthen me I see they're glad your every move, death your final plea Hot winds of Hell Burns, in my wake Death is what you pray, Behold, captor of sin Your skin turns to never I ignite your timid blood You feel my lethal touch As I grasp your will and soul I'll take you down into the fire Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your throne Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel Satan's job, I snatch you up, force of my demon's seal Hot winds of Hell Burns, in my wake Death is what you pray, Behold, captor of sin

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