The night was dark/moon was full/fog was thick/the air  was cool  The sense was set without regret, all that come shall  not forget  They gathered here and all did follow  To greet the child of no tomorrow  To see the speed of life and death  To feel the strength of Satan's breath  It happens every hundred years  When mortals choose their strengh in fear  They'll sacrifice a newborn child  Bred to die all the while  Friday's child will die at birth, a test of faith to prove  their worth  They conjure Satan to bring him higher  The infant screams while bathing in fire  The Mass of Hoods that make the crows close to Death  Chants get loud....  The Witch is cast into labor....  She pleads but nothing can save her  Sound of birth - hear it cry  Soaked in blood - ready to die  Altar of Fire burning hot  This is Hell, heaven is naugh  Feel the fire, hear the call  The sickness of Satan fills them all  Watch the saviour take his final fall!