When the bible-black wings of Lucifer
embrace the crescent moon
you shall hear a certain tune
When the ferryman's eyes illuminate the night sky
the children of the night will cry
It must be the night when hell's gates stand open
the devils' tongues have spoken
Blood will tear from the mourning eyes of Holy Mary
Her pain is going to be temporary
She will promise her soul to the antichrist
become disparadised
He who comes riding on the Abath
shall be praised on the Black Sabbath
