the Heathen, the Heathen The Heathen... Like the Heathen Like the Heathen God look out for the Heathen The Heathen... One more nightmare calling Across the farthest fields
: Moon is rising A million years to me Soon be quieter A passing tear from me Sing the same Lie here with me Dreams a dream They all drop dead asleep
woman thrive In the blood from Heaven Burn in banished fire Like a scene called Hell See the bloody fire To you is forsaken Burn this bloody fire Burn Burn
: Tempted white eyes Blinded by the night Hollow like the towers On the inside Laura's a machine She's burning insane Laura's a machine For a menace