Spitting at death A bat on the wing We heard midnight Singing her secret name I dug my way out of the grave And rode the worms Into Judgment Day Sleeping with the witch I see the shadow of love And then the absence of I've been touched by the moonlight Lost to the warmth of the sun I dug my way out of the grave And rode the worms Into Judgment Day Sleeping with the witch Sweating a monstrous guilty black thing Its glaciel hand on the reins of my dreams I dug my way out of the grave And rode the worms Into Judgment Day Sleeping with the witch