[sound of creaky door opening]

[laughter]

Oh!

Hello!



Have^ you ever thought^ as the hearse goes by

That^ you may be the next to die?

They wrap you in a big white sheet

And then they burry you eight feet deep*

And then

Your casket^ begins to leak!

Ah ha!*



The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

The worms play pinochle on your snout

Your liver^ turns a slimy green

And pus runs out like big whipped^ cream

Your eyeballs, they turn to cherry red*

And that's what you look^ like^ when you are dead



Storm the gates of heaven

Hold your head up high

Storm the gates of heaven

Look God right in the eye

Storm the gates of heaven

If anyone could do it, I could!

Storm the gates of heaven

And ask God "Who's gonna pay for the blood?"

Who's gonna pay for the blood?



Trials and tribulations

Oppressed and made ashamed

Life for land, death for kingdom

You've just changed your name

False prophets in their armour

Destruction at their feet

Onward Christian soldiers,

Marching to the beat

Marching to the beat

Beat



Storm the gates of heaven

The church of Man is lost

Storm the gates of heaven

Gonna take it to the Boss

Storm the gates of heaven

Twisted 'round and 'round and 'round

Storm the gates of heaven,

Children of the Lamb

Children of the Lamb



Traveling tabernacles

Armed with spears and guns

Power of persuasion

Run, you heathen ,run

Bound in false conversion

Mourning night and day

Carcass of the jackel

On your knees and pray

On your knees and pray



Storm the gates of heaven

Knocking at your door

Storm the gates of heaven

The truth and nothing more

Storm the gates of heaven

How my heart has cried

Storm the gates of heaven

And I'll meet you in the sweet by and by

In the sweet by and by



I was there at the Inquisition

I was there at the witchcraft trials

I was there when they murdered Montezuma

And they destroyed the Aztec empire

Using God's name to murder

and to steal other people's land

Using His name to persecute

And take away the freedom of Man

And take away the freedom of Man



Storm the gates of heaven

Raise your heads up high

Storm the gates of heaven

Look God right in the eye

If anyone could do it, I could, you could!

We could storm the gates of heaven

and ask God, "Who's gonna pay for the blood?"

Who's gonna pay for the blood?

Who's gonna pay for the blood?