there's an old new england alley
that twists and winds to a rusty iron door
that you gotta jimmy with a skeleton key
and step through back into a time before
the god of the white man came and
we kneeled down and prayed
and turned our backs on the god
of the things that can't be named
cloven hooves'll be stompin'out a rhythm
to a melody of screamin pain
things with wings'll be swappin and a-swingin'
at a devils orgy in a pool of flame
the innocent run rabid
at their first taste of hi-octance
and bow down on the throbbin'god
of the things that can't be named
the power of his evil beckons
as the nameless ones come and dance
at a carnival of all seven senses
and they do them a ten step pentagram
no deities they're demon gargoyles
but not of clay
creatures of a forgotten god
of things that can't be named
that twists and winds to a rusty iron door
that you gotta jimmy with a skeleton key
and step through back into a time before
the god of the white man came and
we kneeled down and prayed
and turned our backs on the god
of the things that can't be named
cloven hooves'll be stompin'out a rhythm
to a melody of screamin pain
things with wings'll be swappin and a-swingin'
at a devils orgy in a pool of flame
the innocent run rabid
at their first taste of hi-octance
and bow down on the throbbin'god
of the things that can't be named
the power of his evil beckons
as the nameless ones come and dance
at a carnival of all seven senses
and they do them a ten step pentagram
no deities they're demon gargoyles
but not of clay
creatures of a forgotten god
of things that can't be named