Whole Lotta Love

The night is cold and silent
A ghost-town left to rot under the moon
The church stands on a hill so god-forsaken
A multitude of graves hiding the story...of...evil

The ghost of a horrible tragedy
Peaceful folks dying in agony
Broken glass litters the square of death
Desert sun carressing naked youth

Paradise would never be the same
Blood will always color virgin flesh
Venomous vermin riding seven abreast
Envious demons came to town...for...murder

Father o'malley praying in his church
Servants of death closing in
Trembling cries out to the heavens above
Pray, show mercy, mighty god

Women killed, their children raped
Scoundrels slaying people in the streets
Trampling on flowers, merciless and mean
Houses and crops set on fire
Wallowing in sin and desecration
Violence, death streams of blood
The town on fire the villagers dead
Desert sun carressing naked youth

Flash of lightning, smell of death
Death to the seven dogs of hell
Gaping wounds by the hand of god
Drink the blood your saviour has to give

The night is cold and silent in the desert
A ghost-town left to rot under the moon
The lord gave, the lord took away
Desert sun carressing naked youth