Cold blooded, darkly dripping Teeth; long, sharp and oozing red Nails extending beyond the reach Wings embracing the night sky
Beelzebub scans the upper crust His cantations include the depth of misery The collector of souls and destroyer of flesh The Rake, the conveyor of death
After the vernal equinox, preparations to begin The first of the year yields way to St. Wineblad Blood, body and soul gathered More to continue for Walpurgis
As the sun sets, the three-eyed raven appears The signal propels The Rake to flight Searching, searching for worthy sacrifants Low over the cornfields he marks his prey