Angels with phallic smiles release toxins within the isles 

Born again from a deformed ritual 

Lock up your daughters, hurry now 



Do you still have your limbs? 

Then you can run and catch up with the rest.. 

They’re feeding! 



What now? Your bloods infected 

It's all sinister and masturbated 

Let go of his neck 

You’ll find no glory among the dead. 



Do you still have your limbs? 

Then you can run and catch up with the rest.. 

They’re feeding! 



They’re gonna get you, they’re gonna catch you 

Take stakes and hatchets from in the ballroom 

You shouldn’t play with dead things 

You shouldn’t blame the dead things 



Wipe the blood from your face 

The bloods on your face 

We are the hunters 

Here’s for the hunters 



The snakes with rifles unleash in flight 

And get your positions 



Bury, Bury the corpses, Lucifer’s crypt 



Finding, finding out something, inside my heart 

Bury, bury the corpses, the witches turn to stone