Sweet leaf, why did you turn around I'm stumblin' snowblind through the trees But what is this, that stands before me It's an iron man of the grave Laughing and turning the cross upside down BLACK SABBATH War pigs, the snout full of rat salad They march to the electric funeral, stirin' the blood The wizzard, wearing the boots of mine You are my wishing well in my paranoid dreams Laughing and turning the cross upside down BLACK SABBATH