(Smith, Dickinson)

Seven deadly sins, seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell, and your trip begins
Seven downward slopes, seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires, seven your desires...
I am he the bornless one, the fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore, I'll infiltrate your gratitude
Don't you dare to save your son, kill him now and save the young ones
Be the mother of a birth strangled babe, be the devils own, Lucifer's my name

Moonchild - hear the mandrake scream
Moonchild - open the seventh seal
I count the heads of those unborn, the accursed ones I'll find them all
If you die by your own hand, as a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul, I will torment you - you shall not grow old
With every second and passing breath, you'll be so alone your soul will bleed to death

Moonchild - hear the mandrake scream
Moonchild - open the seventh seal
Moonchild - you'll be mine soon child
Moonchild - take my hand tonight
The twins they are exhausted, seven is this night
Gemini is rising as the red lips kiss to bite
Seven angels seven demons battle for his soul
When Gabriel lies sleeping, this child was born to die

To be continued...