I know if I'm haunting you You must be haunting me You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on on to you) What goes up, ghost around Ghost around It's where we go It's where we'll be On to you, you must be on to me

Perverse rites Priests of Sodom preside We are damned Immortal lust Wicked legions come forth Defile the pure The blackened city calls out Enter the temple of sin You must enter the temple of sin Contorted sinners beckon