We're the children of black light And we walk these streets at night Our eyes have turned too white Around a bonfire burning bright We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure A black celebration all for me My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure Tucked in the flames of heresy We are the faithful group And in the shadows we collude To terminate all ... And if we're meant the will ... We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure A black celebration all for me My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure Tucked in the flames of heresy