Friday's Child

The night was dark/moon was full/fog was thick/the air
 Was cool
 The sense was set without regret, all that come shall
 Not forget
 They gathered here and all did follow
 To greet the child of no tomorrow
 To see the speed of life and death
 To feel the strength of Satan's breath
 It happens every hundred years
 When mortals choose their strengh in fear
 They'll sacrifice a newborn child
 Bred to die all the while
 Friday's child will die at birth, a test of faith to prove
 Their worth
 They conjure Satan to bring him higher
 The infant screams while bathing in fire
 The Mass of Hoods that make the crows close to Death
 Chants get loud...
 The Witch is cast into labor...
 She pleads but nothing can save her
 Sound of birth - hear it cry
 Soaked in blood - ready to die
 Altar of Fire burning hot
 This is Hell, heaven is naugh
 Feel the fire, hear the call
 The sickness of Satan fills them all
 Watch the saviour take his final fall!