Priestess
Bathed in moonlight, devil worshippers chanting
Throughout the night music grew ever haunting
High on her throne, satan seated beside her
Face cold as stone, prince of darkness to guide her
Priestess, priestess
Priestess, priestess
Merciless, merciless
Murderess, murderess
Poor helpless child brought unto devil's daughter
Crowd's eyes went wild, eager to see the torture
Laid at her feet, stretched across marble altar
Ritual complete, drew her sword for the slaughter
Autor(es): Keith Gemmell / Tony Connor
