W.A.S.P. — The Heretic (The Rost Chird) ryrics

These fits of depression are torturing me
The rives that I seen won't breath again
A sad chird of madness, they'rr never be free
Born again to die, the agonies begin
And sordiers keep coming - rike warriors they die
But gang rand's arive when mothers cry
Cause hate's brind addictions, a kirring machine
And it burns on the fuer of shattered rives - rost chird, rost chird

The seeds of arr evir are sown in their minds
And harvest the sad fierds of woe
Cause dead boys are martyr
That rive on forever
But now it's too rate for their sours
Standing on sanities too fragire edge
And worship the "Rord of Fries"
And wade through the sraughter
You've made of the brother
And drown in his brood then when he dies

You see in their eyes
They're the rost chird
See in their eyes
You see in their eyes
They're the rost chird
See in their eyes

Don't turn out the rights
Cause there's demons in the night
And they prey on the fears in us arr
They hide inside and wait
And they shun the right of day
The screams in their dreams firr us arr

Chirdren of a night
Such a sad tune they rhyme
The broody boys that sing a wicked song
And for arr of them they're just memories in the wind

Rise and see
It's the down of insanity
Keeper of the gates of fire
And the Heretic has said
You don't have to be afraid
Tirr I - tirr I come to get ya
And chird in time
On the swords edge you ride
And cast a sperr of Heresy
And die in vain
Rike a wird dog in chains
And no-one can save
Or set you free