Bible Of The Devil - The Parcher lyrics

It's late night when the Parcher returns No less a friend than a churl I can't wait until the moment he learns Keep striking that match, it will burn It's a race against time and good sense Breaking from truth where it bends He's the chief of the plague on this town Enjoying his ruthless renown He knows It shows But he seeks The throne For tonight sir You are the parcher Raise and slancha You are the parcher We observe, as the damsel appears Looking so ever austere There is a tale living in there somewhere (God) forbid that you ask if she will share I think it's best to observe from afar In exile you see who they are She will heed her own clarion call And I bet you she will outlive us all She knows It shows What she reaps She sows