They're walking by the night
The Moon has frozen blue
Long black coats a shelter for the rain
Their load must get through

Now bats are leaving their trees
They're joining the call
Seven Satanic Hell Preachers
Heading for the hall

Bringing a blood of a newborn child
Got to succeed, if not it's Satan's fall

Home...come home
Evil messengers with blood stained wings
Home...come home
Home...come home

Is it Satan's fall?
No it's Satan's call
Craniums high on stakes
It's Satan's epigraph
Something new can't erase...666
They call him the beast

Use your demon eyes, uncover the disguise
Time is out...
Yeah, I don't need your God
On the law of Satan
Pray and obey it forever
Oh the law of Satan

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): HANK SHERMANN, KIM BENDIX PETERSEN