Come hear the moon is calling,. The witching hour draws near,. Come hear the bell is tolling,. Mortals run in fear,. Prepare the altar now and hear the virgin cry,.
Unholy city, a sinners delight. No one was spared out of mind, out of sight. Hatred and slaughter, degradation and lust. Self destruction never counting the cost.
Death throes the seeds of lightning, thunder cast in rain. Castrate humanity the woman smells the game. Complete in time, intact and weave another year.
Bursting out. . I'm a son of a bitch, ready to stitch. You mothers not ready to rock. I've shed all my tears and ain't got no fears. And the key to my heart bears no lock.