Из альбома: Rootwork
If all your fears I feed
Just let it be a part of my supremacy
This rootwork deep in me How can I be The hand of your enemy
Let the churches burn
Let the witches dance
Let the baby’s blood
Stain our hands
When the judgement comes
They say I’ll be God damned
(haha)
Well I’ll be God damned
Midnight, October 31st
'Round the bonfires we danced
As the dead join in We shed some innocent blood
With the razor blade pressed tightly
To their skin
Let the churches burn
Let the witches dance
Let the baby’s blood
Stain our hands
When the judgement comes
They say I’ll be God damned
(ha ha)
Well I’ll be God damned