In the beginning music was waltz and blues Both played for the glory of god By loser slaves without brains Just wimps without the balls Like a thunder
Above the lake of fire there's fighting in the air An invasion of the warriors of love Attempting a re-conquest of the realm down below They should know
The silver rays of full moon intrude Into the room of a virgin innocent A girl yet in her best bloom A seductive target for the demonic powers about
Figure it out yourself, tosser!
Enchanting voices, seducing images Flashbacks of the past a dark misty sea White wings flutter behind me, black wings ahead of me Bridges over the chasm
Way too stupid to be printed!
When I didn't wake up this morning I took a step down to Hell Left the shell of my earthly existence In his kingdom forever to dwell Where the winds
Durham late summer 1666 In early morning hours a procession Escorting a condemned witch Walked towards the pyre chanting praises for their lord Soon
Laughter and joy up on the hill Where the soldiers lift up the cross No more disciples to the wanna-be-king The gathering darkness does no augur well
Gods of thunder, lightning, and rain Lustful succubuses of death and pain Are gathered tonight up in the steel sky Down on the field of battle stand
