Little Lyndsey - Wizzard

The silver rays of full moon intrude

Into the room of a virgin innocent

A girl yet in her best bloom

A seductive target for the demonic powers about to ascend

At the time she was only 16

When she started to get messages from the other side

First a victim of infernal nightmares

Tonight the horny flames are already embracing her bed — Incubus rise!

Little Lyndsey she’s lying there

Shivering of sudden cold and fear

From the down below the demons of Hell rise

Little Lyndsey it is useless to cry

You know that innocence must die

He will grant you immortality

Little Lyndsey are you there?

We bring you the regards from the Lord of Hell

You should be proud and not afraid

'Cos you have been chosen to carry his infernal seed