You won't see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade On the night of long knives [2x]
Midnight we kill
In summer of 69, there came a prophet His words were used to profit off the minds of the weak He spoke of holes deep within the desert His followers would convert into the belly of the beast Don't look into his eyes Burning with malice past the point of no return They're piling bodies one by one Fulfilling all their dreams to come, The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun in the hills
Of Hollywood tonight
City of the angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of mind The family fatal
Pitch black
You won't see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade On the night of long knives Midnight we kill
The hills were echoing with their laughter and happily ever after was a faded memory Rosemary and the baby of Polanski 6 people dead and bloodying the Hills of Beverly They're screaming for their lives Begging and pleading for lives of babies unborn The knives had only just stuck in The horror of the splitting skin Ropes are tied around their necks To breathe their dying breaths In the hills Of Hollywood tonight
City of the angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of mind The family fatal They bring the night of long knives
We have been so wrong We will fall No tomorrow [2x]
We'll fall away tonight
Don't look into his eyes Burning with malice past the point of no return They're piling bodies one by one Fulfilling all their dreams to come The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun in the hills
Of Hollywood tonight
City of the angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives [2x] Deserts and the devil Rapist of mind The family fatal They bring the night of long knives
In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade On the night of long knives You won't see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands