Thursday night

The moon shines bright

The witching hour strikes

You stand at the crossroads

You summon me

Up from hell

With rhymes and spells

I will buy what you sell



You can feel i am near

I'll come. I'll Appear

You do not fear

The lord of the crossroads

Whit your blood you will sign

Your soul will be mine

I am the man in black

The lord of the crossroads



I will burn your soul

In the fires of hell...