Paroles de Devilshire

Blackest sign of the times Sacred dance around the firelight Holy witch, she raised the flames As we all must chant her name Immortal demon - follow her ways of old See the souls gripped with fear Screaming out, their time is near Hide behind your iron cross Left behind with those you lost Immortal demon - follow her ways of old Driven insane Into their graves Satan's laughing as he's calling your name Fortune smiles, no one to blame but yourself Procession headed straight to the sky It's all too much, into their graves they climb Into their graves they climb