Towards the leader's desert grave Devils ride for he's the one to be raised And when the motors' cry is still The unholy ritual can begin
Their eyes gleam but not of dopesmoke It's the ritual flames that steal the souls Push the whore in the circle's centre Spill her blood, no mercy whatsoever
Baby, this is your final night Won't you show how loyal you are? In my boot hides a real good knife Your neck, darling, it will carve
Eye patched bastard starts to laugh Iron cross covered in blood Summon back the corpse of Magoo With Satan's blessing, a sadist so pure Under full moon's blaze, leather shines Gang heading to rob you of your life 1%er scum, back from the dead Rules the highways beyond the grave