Turn to Evil

On the darkest night the devil rides
From the edge of the forest hear the shrieking cries

No quarter seen
No mercy shown

Cobbled paths are trampled under cloven hoof
Unbelievers are crushed with deadly proof

Trapped by fear
Death is near

Turn to evil, won't you turn to stone
Under Satan's power the seeds of death are sown

Stalking death far from his mountain throne
Under your funeral moon he hunts alone

Trapped by fear
Death is near

Black fog appears on the devil's night
Obscures the horror of the ancient rite

No quarter seen
No mercy shown

Turn to evil, won't you turn to stone
Under Satan's power the seeds of death are sown

Under the twilight as the women start to scream
The men hide, they hope to remain unseen
The priest screams blasphemy as the churches burn to the ground
The followers of Satan burn the burial mound