Wah Wah

Wah, wah, wah, wah

I can feel the Earth is moving

Underneath my hoofed foots earthing

Fire protrudes from whence I'm pointing

Fading every jewel

Thronged upon the rock and metal

There's a horde inside this temple

Mass around your favorite devil

Learn to make them cry

Wah, wah, wah, wah

See him hover way up high

He is the bat with sixteen eyes

He has a thirst to satisfy

A craving for your blood

Now here come the wolves with whips

And forty goats with pitchfork sticks

And look there is a lunatic

He wants to make you cry

Wah, wah, wah, wah

I'm the chieftain of your feelings

I'm the God of air you're breathing

You can not escape my dealing

I will make you cry