Spitting at death
A bat on the wing
We heard midnight
Singing her secret name

I dug my way out of the grave
And rode the worms
Into Judgment Day
Sleeping with the witch

I see the shadow of love
And then the absence of
I've been touched by the moonlight
Lost to the warmth of the sun

I dug my way out of the grave
And rode the worms
Into Judgment Day
Sleeping with the witch

Sweating a monstrous guilty black thing
Its glaciel hand on the reins of my dreams

I dug my way out of the grave
And rode the worms
Into Judgment Day
Sleeping with the witch