Holy War (The Lords Of The New Church)

Chorus Fresh Flesh Just like a prowling beast I eat forbidden feast I love pleasures of the plate I love dining in the moonlight Upon your couch of death I'll suck away your breath Before you get too cold Don't like it when you mould I shed my serpent skin My reign of terror begins I stalk among the ruins Join my dining club-I invite you in To drink from an unborn child Coffins have much more style Please fill one to the lid With fresh unbaptised kids