Audience - Priestess lyrics

Connor-Gemmel Bathed in moonlight, devil worshippers chanting Throughout the night music grew ever haunting High on her throne, Satan seated beside her Face cold as stone, Prince of Darkness to guide her Priestess, priestess Priestess, priestess Merciless, Merciless Murderess, Murderess Poor helpless child brought unto Devil's daughter Crowd's eyes went wild, eager to see the torture Laid at her feet, stretched across marble altar Ritual complete, drew her sword for the slaughter The night was plagued by storms People came in swarms Trying to keep warm All to the house of the Overlord Through the night they came Came for food and game The poor, weak, the lame All to the house of the Overlord All through the year they would work and they'd sweat And wait for the time of the year Wait for the time when the man from the mansion Would open his house and appear Wealthy and regal, inviting the people To sit at the tables and dine Drinking their health he would serve them himself With his music, his food and his wine