We’re the children of black light
And we walk these streets at night
Our eyes have turned too white
Around a bonfire burning bright
We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost
My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
A black celebration all for me My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
Tucked in the flames of heresy
We are the faithful group
And in the shadows we collude
To terminate all …
And if we’re meant the will …
We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost
My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
A black celebration all for me My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
Tucked in the flames of heresy