Lay with the Wicked - A Pale Horse Named Death

Behind a black veil with all her snakes

The smell of candles permeates

She looked at me and said a curse

Then it all took a turn for the worst

See the witches sing and dance

Rituals put me in a trance

Seeing stars and now it’s black

She sent my soul to burn with the damned

Voodoo woman put a spell on me

She stabs her dolls and buries them six feet deep

Throwing flowers and dancing with the dead

She takes my soul and I lay with the wicked

Voodoo woman put a spell on me

She stabs her dolls and buries them six feet deep

Throwing flowers and dancing with the dead

She takes my soul and I lay with the wicked

And I lay with the wicked

And I lay with the wicked

And I lay with the wicked

And I lay with the wicked

And you lay me down

And you lay me down

And you lay me down

And you lay me down

And you lay me down