Lead pours on a black cross
We're the druids, red eyed and lost
Smoke pours from sunken greens
Pagan scorn and ancient screams

Amps line our temple walls
Feast on blood in ancient halls
The father of lies
Raises our pipes to the sky

He never sleeps, never dies
He dances in the light
He never sleeps, never dies

Amps line our temple walls
Feast on blood in ancient halls
The father of lies
Raises our pipes to the sky

We quell our blades in all
Traitors hearts
The full moon whispers love

He never sleeps, never dies
He dances in the light
He never sleeps, never dies
Sacrifice, waste and lie