A Pale Horse Named Death - Lay With The Wicked

Behind a black veil with all her snakes
The smell of candles permeates
She looked at me and said a curse
Then it all took a turn for the worst

See the witches sing and dance
Rituals put me in a trance
Seeing stars and now it's black
She sent my soul to burn with the damned

Voodoo woman put a spell on me
She stabs her dolls and buries them six feet deep
Throwing flowers and dancing with the dead
She takes my soul and I lay with the wicked

Voodoo woman put a spell on me
She stabs her dolls and buries them six feet deep
Throwing flowers and dancing with the dead
She takes my soul and I lay with the wicked
And I lay with the wicked
And I lay with the wicked
And I lay with the wicked
And I lay with the wicked
And you lay me down
And you lay me down
And you lay me down
And you lay me down
And you lay me down