Pursuit of Pleasure

We're the children of black light
And we walk these streets at night
Our eyes have turned to white
Around a bonfire burning bright

We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost

My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
A black celebration all for me
My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
Tucked in the flames of heresy

Let's go

We are the faithful brood
And in the shadows we collude
To terminate all the mundane
And implement the will of Cain

We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost

My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
A black celebration all for me
My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
Tucked in the flames of heresy