Towards the leader's desert grave
Devils ride for he's the one to be raised
And when the motors' cry is still
The unholy ritual can begin
Their eyes gleam but not of dopesmoke
It's the ritual flames that steal the souls
Push the whore in the circle's centre
Spill her blood, no mercy whatsoever
Baby, this is your final night
Won't you show how loyal you are?
In my boot hides a real good knife
Your neck, darling, it will carve
Heretic Reign Ressurection rite!
Boot Knife Sacrifice!
Eye patched bastard starts to laugh
Iron cross covered in blood
Summon back the corpse of Magoo
With Satan's blessing, a sadist so pure
Under full moon's blaze, leather shines
Gang heading to rob you of your life
1%er scum, back from the dead
Rules the highways beyond the grave
Knife turning in your skull!
