Council Of Ten - Reverend Bizarre

Through the darkness witches fly

Although I think I see no broom

Spreading plaque across the sky

Their mist is drawing down the moon

Council gathers in the hall

To pray before their first trial

Can you hear the church bell toll?

Or will you cover your ears?

Staring with their empty eyes

From the circle witches rise

Now they learn to live in fear

Flesh will burn

And evil spells are broken again

Everywhere I look it’s the same old story

Devil has his cunning ways to lure you

Always choose the right hand turn and honour

Nail the sinners down with your boot on their face

Right!

Our time will come at the end of the days

We hold the iron cross above the Goat of Mendes

Vision must be served in the old-fashioned way

Brotherhood in red, won’t you ride with me?