Druid's Pipe

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