Crimson was the flower. Midnight was the hour His mind was distorted by the witches cower Bring me the powder that I need Bring me the sacrificial seed Give me a reason not to need The powder, the powder, the powder Give me a dance to dice with d**h Give me the demon's last breath Give me a horse from which never to fall Give me life eternal. Give me it all Bring me the powder that I need Bring me the sacrificial seed Give me a reason not to breathe The powder, the powder, the powder Let me bathe in the glory of the skag Roll in the thunder, you've all been had I'm beginning to rot, never to return Give me the beauty that I yearn I bathe in vomit sh** and lice I convulse it's not very nice I black out but I still hear the sound The priest reads out loud As I'm buried in the ground But I'm not dead that all remains is unfound Give me the reason that I want Bring me the powder that I need Bring me the sacrificial seed Give me the reason not to need The powder, the powder, the powder The powder, the powder give me the powder that I need