Worship by the poor Enrichment of light Live on the planet and stare into the sky It glows at the peak of a cold winters night To go there alone is suicide Priestess of the moon Her voice rings inside my head The priestess of the moon Craving for more As they fought through the light On an alien planet with no track of time To trance them in with a psychedelic guise Harvesting souls one fool at a time Priestess of the moon Her voice rings inside my head The priestess of the moon Priestess of the moon Her voice rings inside my head The priestess of the moon