What Fresh Hell Lyrics

Take wings at Midnight,
Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon
Her thoughts become scarcely human,
They infest and cloud her mind
And she longs for this rotting ill,Leviathan (USA) - What Fresh Hell - http://motolyrics.com/leviathan-usa/what-fresh-hell-lyrics.html
And the grim bolt of her king
She waits in bestial desire to meet her master's last words
"Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power...
I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace...
Taking wings at midnight"