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

But we have no need of love

These empty emotions will only fade

We have no need of understanding

Gets lost in the way