Out in the cold, ahead in the dark  A lamp is flickering bright  Hungry and tired you're wandering around  Lonely through the night  Greedy looks cling to your body  Fever's rising in your blood  Call of the Wicked, facing the evil eye  Secret desires, the dreams of the past  Are promised to come true  The touch of the sin is tasting so sweet  Hear it calling you  If you like to play with fire  Never ever get too close  Call of the Wicked . . .