Out in the cold, ahead in the dark

A lamp is flickering bright

Hungry and tired you're wandering around

Lonely through the night

Greedy looks cling to your body

Fever's rising in your blood

Call of the Wicked, facing the evil eye

Secret desires, the dreams of the past

Are promised to come true

The touch of the sin is tasting so sweet

Hear it calling you

If you like to play with fire

Never ever get too close

Call of the Wicked . . .