In the witching time of night When hell itself comes out Contagion to this world Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter things As the day would quake To look on The day would qauke To look on Oh, heart please don't grow week I cannot risk the danger My tongue and soul in sleep My guilt plays with intentions Let's put a leash on anger That's now running wild Running wild Running wild For in that sleep of d**h Anon the dreadful thunder To the flaming youth I pray The devil pulls me under And heart dry up my brain Will he let the spirit Freely soar Will he let the spirit Freely soar