Captor of Sin (Live At The Orange Pavilion / 1991) - Slayer

Harlots of Hell, spread your wings

As I penetrate your soul

Feel the fire shoot through your body

As I slip into your throne

Cast aside, do as you will

I care not how you plead

Satan's child now stalks the earth

Born from my demon seed

Hot winds of Hell

Burn in my wake

Death is what you pray

Behold, captor of sin

Infernal slaves of manipulation

Captive of my vice

Abandon God, the helpless One

To relieve you of your plight

Subversive action will not help

It will strengthen me

I see decline in your every move

Death, your final plea

Hot winds of Hell

Burn in my wake

Death is what you pray

Behold, captor of sin

Your skin turns to leather

I ignite your timid blood

You feel my lethal touch

As I grasp your weary soul

I'll take you down into the fire

Harlots of Hell, spread your wings

As I penetrate your soul

Feel the fire shoot through your body

As I slip into your throne

Cast aside, do as you will

I care not how you plead

Satan's child now stalks the earth

Born from my demon seed

Hot winds of Hell

Burn in my wake

Death is what you pray

Behold, captor of sin