R.I.P. - Witchfinder General

The screams and the dreams and the nightmares it seems

Are from Hell

Things lurk in the churchyard and rise from the soil

Those who dwell

They come from a cult of evil and bad

No relent

To search for the body they seek there that night

Whose consent

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Messing with the sacred way

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Searching out bodies for prey

The corpse it is taken to Satanist’s Hill

For it’s fate

Where hundreds of demons and creatures from Hell

There do wait

Its heart does not beat but it’s body is given to Hell

The air it is silent and all that you hear is his bell

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Lucifer drives in today

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Leaving a hole where he lay

With many strange ways here on this earth

I fear

For many a soul that rests in the church

It is clear

Although they are dead and cannot move

They can’t rest

For when darkness falls, the snatchers from Hell

They do quest

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Messing with the sacred way

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Searching out bodies for prey

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Lucifer drives in today

Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers

Leaving a hole where he lay