Signs of the Diabolic

Lyrics

[Chorus: SickTanicK] Black miracles, the signs of the diabolic The puzzle's in your mind and all you gotta do is solve it The thirty third degree of the crucifixion Shem HaMephorash, speak the word to invoke the spirit Black miracles, the signs of the diabolic The puzzle's in your mind and all you gotta do is solve it The thirty third degree of the crucifixion Shem HaMephorash, speak the word to invoke the spirit [Bridge: SickTanicK] The words inscribed in my mind are like Masonic temples I traveled distant lands to make my pact with the devil [Verse 1: SickTanicK] My fascination with the macabre be the starting journey And as my fascination grows I feel my soul is yearning And all of this started inside the womb I felt confined so I escaped into another living tomb Satanist support, they're not made like a Christian And all my life, all I really got is criticism But I chose my own path to the left And as I searched for the next level I found faith in death I found faith in a series of pills A pastime to escape my pain and bring me great thrills And so my fascination quickly turned into obsession I learned my lesson with the razor, had my family stressin' I mutilate myself hoping that I go to hell Just like the movies I'd sell my soul for the box if it was for sale [Chorus: SickTanicK] Black miracles, the signs of the diabolic The puzzle's in your mind and all you gotta do is solve it The thirty third degree of the crucifixion Shem HaMephorash, speak the word to invoke the spirit Black miracles, the signs of the diabolic The puzzle's in your mind and all you gotta do is solve it The thirty third degree of the crucifixion Shem HaMephorash, speak the word to invoke the spirit [Verse 2: SickTanicK] I live my life underground like the Nightbreed I always have, I always will, never blind, I always see That we're all hellbound to Hellworld The infernal rage is large 'cause it's Hell on Earth And we all turn deader 'cause we all Hell see 'Cause in our bloodlines are haunted like Philip the teacher I'm not a preacher but a guide to a grand land Forever damned I have my life in my own hands I am the son of perdition and the greatest pleasures I am the living walking box that gets solved, never I am the enigma, the son in your pictures The ever-growing, all-knowing, motherfucking god figure I am a mixture of Pinhead and Mussolini A dictator for Hell, I see the filth is breeding So call me creature, the great gatekeeper Don't have no faith in God above 'cause in the end he will leave ya [Chorus: SickTanicK] Black miracles, the signs of the diabolic The puzzle's in your mind and all you gotta do is solve it The thirty third degree of the crucifixion Shem HaMephorash, speak the word to invoke the spirit Black miracles, the signs of the diabolic The puzzle's in your mind and all you gotta do is solve it The thirty third degree of the crucifixion Shem HaMephorash, speak the word to invoke the spirit [Outro: Pinhead (Doug Bradley)] … black miracles, dark wonders, another life of unknown pleasures. Another life of unknown pleasures. It's yours. Complete the pattern. Solve the puzzle. Turn the key