Twelve bells toll her cracking neck Gallows hewn from human hands Aching bellies are famine fuelled Worn and weathered the bloodied bones That do the Puritans wish I am the Dread Sovereign Take these words my son Let my death not be in vain And Praise Satan I am the Dread Sovereign So take these words A woman slender neck Burnt and wheeling rope She will hang till dead Despite her protests A black soul in conspiracy With the divine Goat Driven by the Devil's lust I am the Dread Sovereign Take these words my son And let my death not be in vain And let my death not be in vain Praise Satan in this world and the Hail Satan We praise Satan in this world and the next We praise Satan