All you ladies and gentlemen of blasphemy Let's ride to the mountain hall There's nothing polite in your society Creeping from the shadows for the devil's ball Do as you will is the whole of the vibe The crimes against goodness that pay There'd be naked people pounding pints and pissing in the streets Of the Vatican if we had our way Ride a pale horse Smoke the scroll Drink yourself to death and back again Lords of the hellfire club Gospel of the naked arse Servants live in fear of my desire Phallic symbols on the walls Puking up your guts into the font of the cathedral Brothers of the secret law We don't give a fig at all We leave the rectory in such a mess Needle in a bishop's eye Harpsichord in overdrive Knighted by a goat wearing a dress