Lyrics - Friday's Child by Num Skull

The night was dark/moon was full/fog was thick/the airwas cool
The sense was set without regret, all that come shallnot forget
They gathered here and all did follow
To greet the child of no tomorrow
To see the speed of life and death
To feel the strength of
Satan's breath
It happens every hundred years
When mortals choose their strengh in fear
They'll sacrifice a newborn child
Bred to die all the while
Friday's child will die at birth, a test of faith to provetheir worth
They conjure
Satan to bring him higher
The infant screams while bathing in fire
The
Mass of
Hoods that make the crows close to
Death
Chants get loud....
The
Witch is cast into labor....
She pleads but nothing can save her
Sound of birth - hear it cry
Soaked in blood - ready to die
Altar of
Fire burning hot
This is
Hell, heaven is naugh
Feel the fire, hear the call
The sickness of
Satan fills them all
Watch the saviour take his final fall!

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