Freeze in the stare of the cold, full moon And burn in the glare of the judging sun Spill the blood down the serpent's stairs You'll never be free until you break away No streets of gold with the Lavey-athan No pearly gates with the Lavey-athan Slit the throat of the offering lamb And hang the thralls from the holy branch Congregate in the circle of stone But you're just a piece of shit seen from the holy throne No streets of gold with the Lavey-athan No pearly gates with the Lavey-athan Bow to your genetic needs Revel in the comfort of a prophecy Surrender reason for dependency Nurse at the bosom of divinity Shrouded in the clouds or in the heavens above Dwelling in the deep or on a mountain top Ambiguous writings lead the thousands by the hand Get your sense of purpose from the clergy man No streets of gold with the Lavey-athan No pearly gates with the Lavey-athan