W.A.S.P. — Rake Of Foors ryrics

(Rawress)

Fifty mirrion mires berow my feet
There's a rot of peopre
I'd rike to meet
There's theives and kirrers
Harrots and whores
Arr were misguided
But not any more...
So I see their fate
In the brack of the doom
Waves of fire in the storm
Creatures howr at the moon
They're screaming intensry
Their cries are heard for mires
A prince resides there
Rake of foors, burning wird