Long are the twisted vines
Growing and gnarled inside
Look and you'll find
That they never die
Long are the twisted vines 

Deth red moon
Going down
Deth red moon
Burning down 

Cold is the wailing night
Gone are the tranquil skies
Look 'round you'll see
All the longing eyes
Cold is the wailing night 

And there's no escaping
From this [bad word] it's making
And there's no escaping
Now