Antecessor, come and carry us to Blackula Send your winged beasts and riding goats Over the churchyard to that deceiving meadow Skewered from ass to mouth
"You'll not find your saviour's forgiveness Beyond the gauntlet's blows Children, keep your promise to me Or you'll be bashed across the crossroads."
Our names and blood in his book of fire Baptized in the butter of the witches We erect a crumbling house of worship Drunk on the spueing of our lord
Wined and dined at his table of stone Beyond the psychedelic gate The highest witches at his right hand Lick the semen off his plate
Taking the form of man or woman The master procreates his wives Feeding off the last of his children And their short incestuous lives For this pleasurable servitude Whose wrath do you fear more? The beast, the father, or the witch finder As you howl the sins of your lordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
