Angels with phallic smiles release toxins within the isles    Born again from a deformed ritual    Lock up your daughters, hurry now       Do you still have your limbs?    Then you can run and catch up with the rest..    They’re feeding!       What now? Your bloods infected    It's all sinister and masturbated    Let go of his neck    You’ll find no glory among the dead.       Do you still have your limbs?    Then you can run and catch up with the rest..    They’re feeding!       They’re gonna get you, they’re gonna catch you    Take stakes and hatchets from in the ballroom    You shouldn’t play with dead things    You shouldn’t blame the dead things       Wipe the blood from your face    The bloods on your face    We are the hunters    Here’s for the hunters       Here they come, sleep well tonight    The snakes with rifles unleash in flight    They’re coming for you, so head for the storeroom    And get your positions       Bury, Bury the corpses, Lucifer’s crypt       Finding, finding out something, inside my heart    Bury, bury the corpses, the witches turn to stone