I’m a slave I want to me my maker In your grave I hope that things get clearer You had your way I want to meet my maker can't be saved I want to meet my maker Outside it's cold far away Inside your soul you will pay I got so empty i guess i lied i stand for nothin i don’t need life The Dogs are Howling The Winter’s Right A Son of Satan calling In The Night Outside it's cold far away Inside your soul you will pay