Electric fire flies lead the way.
The the deceased and the decayed.
Make room for the roar of thunder.
The elegance of the rain so soothing.
Underneath the pale white moon.
Your words are so consuming.
Fire burning.
The sweet embers.
The smell of the plague.
And rotten brains.
Can you hear the wind howl?
On this night of Satan.
The hell angel.
Bringing Pestilence to the world.
As ghosts of generations passed cry in the wind.
Electric fire flies lead the way.
The the deceased and the decayed.
Make room for the roar of thunder.
The elegance of the rain so soothing.
Underneath the pale white moon.
Your words are so consuming.
Fire burning.
The sweet embers.
The smell of the plague.
And rotten brains.
A dead world for you and me.