Verse
Draw out the circle, draw out the star.
The cult is approaching, a voice from afar.
Athame drawn in the sign of the horns.
Baphomet roars. Sacrifice on the floor.
Blood is the token, the price must be paid
Our calling from Satan: make posers afraid.
You know you can't stop it so don't fuckin try.
If you can't take it it's your turn to die!
Chorus
POSER BLOOD
Verse
Satan the master, Azazel the guide
The oath has been sworn: stand on God's left hand side.
Lust of Asmodeus, wisdom of Baal.
Destruction and slaughter consuming us all.
Blood is the token, the price must be paid
Our calling from Satan: make posers afraid.
You know you can't stop it so don't fuckin try.
If you can't take it it's your turn to die!
The band's debut is full of whiskey-burned growls and maniacal high shrieks, not surprising for a group of Detroit metal vets. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2016