A Corpse Without Soul

Listen
I’m a corpse, I’m a corpse, I’m a corpse without soul
Satan
He’s taken, he’s taken, he’s taken his toll
And he took it out on me
I’m trapped, I’m trapped, I’m trapped in his spell
Tonight
I’m going, I’m going, I’m going to Hell
Inside his spell
I was walking down among the graves
I heard a cry, my shadow was gone
Emptiness in my body, I felt so alone
Small black wings on my naked back
Now guess what I saw on one of the stones
I saw my soul, in a magical haze
It was all dressed up a corpse in a wedding dress
Small black wings on my naked back
Now hear my prayer
Beggin' for mercy
I’m just living to die
Satan has taken his toll