R.I.P. (Witchfinder General)

The screams and the dreams and the nightmares it seems Are from Hell Things lurk in the churchyard and rise from the soil Those who dwell They come from a cult of evil and bad No relent To search for the body they seek there that night Whose consent Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Messing with the sacred way Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Searching out bodies for prey The corpse it is taken to Satanist's Hill For it's fate Where hundreds of demons and creatures from Hell There do wait Its heart does not beat but it's body is given to Hell The air it is silent and all that you hear is his bell Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Lucifer drives in today Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Leaving a hole where he lay With many strange ways here on this earth I fear For many a soul that rests in the church It is clear Although they are dead and cannot move They can't rest For when darkness falls, the snatchers from Hell They do quest Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Messing with the sacred way Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Searching out bodies for prey Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Lucifer drives in today Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers Leaving a hole where he lay