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,.
Welcoming the virgins fair, to live a noble life. In the castle known to all - the Count's infernal wife. She invites the peasants with endless lavish foods.
Hell, yeah. . The scent of Zenith clogs the midnight air. You look around to see yourself and stare. Hot knives, you know you're not alone. The thunder burst your mind and cracks your bones.
I'm a son of a bitch ready to stitch. You muthers not ready to rock. I've shed all my tears & ain't got no fears. & they key to my heart bears no lock.
We're the punx. . We're the fucking punx. We're few, but we are real. . The way we fucking feel. This noise is for real. You know who we are. We're here til the end..