Priestess - Audience

Bathed in moonlight, devil worshippers chanting

Throughout the night music grew ever haunting

High on her throne, Satan seated beside her

Face cold as stone, Prince of Darkness to guide her

Priestess, priestess

Priestess, priestess

Merciless, Merciless

Murderess, Murderess

Poor helpless child brought unto Devil’s daughter

Crowd’s eyes went wild, eager to see the torture

Laid at her feet, stretched across marble altar

Ritual complete, drew her sword for the slaughter

The night was plagued by storms

People came in swarms

Trying to keep warm

All to the house of the Overlord

Through the night they came

Came for food and game

The poor, weak, the lame

All to the house of the Overlord

All through the year they would work and they’d sweat

And wait for the time of the year

Wait for the time when the man from the mansion

Would open his house and appear

Wealthy and regal, inviting the people

To sit at the tables and dine

Drinking their health he would serve them himself

With his music, his food and his wine