Gloves of Fire
Walking at the threshold
Of Belial's gate
Lonely angels stray
Straight into their fate
Once she sees my eyes
Lured into the forge
Where the molten steel
Is the anvil's whore
ARMOR FROM ABYSS
DARKNESS BE MY GUIDE
IN THE GLOVES OF FIRE
MASTER OF THE NIGHT
Grip of heat and lust
Giving in to the gloves
ARMOR FROM ABYSS
DARKNESS BE MY GUIDE
IN THE GLOVES OF FIRE
MASTER OF THE NIGHT