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
