Prowling Leather - Midnight

Written by：Jamie Walters

Streets of disease land of decay

Poisoning veins no help to pray

Fall down to your graves

Darklord imperial slaves

Your search for satin will be of little use

Nowhere to go but down

Give me your flesh cut straight from the bone

Soon it'll be my crown

Prowling leather

Prowling leather

Demon of dark angel of black

Pure hatred burns start your attack

Fall down to your graves

Darklord imperial slaves

Your search for satin will be of little use

Nowhere to go but down

Give me your flesh cut straight from the bone

Soon it'll be my crown

Prowling leather

Your search for satin will be of little use

Nowhere to go but down

Give me your flesh cut straight from the bone

Soon it'll be my crown

Prowling leather

Prowling leather