The devil's head is along the highway He's eletric and gotta nothing to say Not an easy road in the heat of the day I'm sick and tired of the tolls I'
tired of the tolls I've got to pay Do you fill my head with lies I'm sleeping uneasy tonight My body's broken and I'm shaking inside You're a little beast
I must have been blind got a beast inside that I sometimes just can't hide when the wolfsbane blooms and the shadows come alive death will be my bride
long. But I guess you might have noticed. Well I guess you... The beast within the burden is all mine A product of his father. A slave to his bride.
: Seven brides serve me seven sins Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R?lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease
I was loath to lose To the vrgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as a beast Her aching sex A rose undone
highbrow cowboy telling me Everything and everyone and all the things I ought to be Here I am, your demolition man Steal your car and leave a wreck Kiss your bride
whisper loud or censure slight For lords are not afeared their stock to lose Where no stock may be taken or be kept No property be granted, nor no bride
mountain in flames Plugging in the waves Locusts arise To torture, not kill them Massive attacks Two hundred million Booming thunder The lightning destroyer The bride
pleasure yearning Bride Of Satan Transgress the rules of this world Too Late you realize This is ripping you apart Medusa...Abuser...Both Beast and
yearning Bride of Satan Transgress the rules of this world Too late you realize this love is ripping you apart Medusa... abuser... both beast and beauty
yearning Bride of satan Transgress the rules of this world Too late you realize this love is ripping you apart Medusa... abuser... both beast and beauty
sacrifice Under a full moon... rites of black masses The purity of the sin will show out When the Antichrist's advent will be near The mark of the beast
another mask behind you! Flash of mauve . . . Splash of puce . . . Fool and king . . . Ghoul and goose . . . Green and black . . . Queen and priest . . . Trace of rouge . . . Face of beast
perfect peace And the one who wooed the world was wounded Look unto the east The morning moved in mournfully With many moments marred By brawny beast
Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast With my beliefs and possessions
beneath) Guns aren't for playing around. You don't look so tough now. I'll take what's left, And rip it from your chest. Dim the lights, to hide the beast
