On A Night Of Full Moon

They're walking by the night The moon has frozen blue Long black coats a shelter for the rain Their load must get through Now bats are leaving their trees They're joining the call Seven satanic Hell preachers Heading for the hall Bringing the blood of a newborn child Got to succeed, if not it's Satan's fall Home... Come home Evil messengers with blood stained wings Home... Come home Home... Come home Is it Satan's fall?