God I owe you, for giving me this life of macabre holy pleasure And ohh I'm quite aware, that old Lucifer could take it all away But God, I knew that your tree of grief is planted firmly Your only son was killed, and then returns the worlds sweetest zombie And the world which he died, is in six feet in my womb But God I see, a shadow outside my window And ohh I'm so afraid, that it's old Lucifer's gonna take it all away And now the moon comes, and I see your son melting in the ruin (roman?) sun And ohh I'm so glad(?), cause old Lucifer haunts me every day Yes Old Lucifer Haunts me every day Every day Every day