You wear the mark of the devil And oft' have been seen at midnight revel Your house my dear is bathed in shame A curse exists upon your name.
Cause! Satan's price is not your life Or your bones - It's your soul
You ride on the wings of doom Lure innocent men into your room Seduce them in a magic way And send those poor bastards to the grave.
Do you believe in your mortal soul? Do you think you have control? Do you repent for your blasphemy? Take my hand, child come with me.
Your closest friend is a goat On the souls of the sacrificed you gloat Your beauty's strength is in fear Woe to he who gets too nearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
