Mercyful Fate

They're walking by the night
The moon has frozen blue
Long black coats a shelter for the rain
Their load must get through
Now bats are leaving their trees
They're joining the call
Seven satanic Hell preachers
Heading for the hall
Bringing the blood of a newborn child
Got to succeed, if not it's Satan's fall
Home... Come home
Evil messengers with blood stained wings
Home... Come home
Home... Come home
Is it Satan's fall?
No... It's Satan's call
Craniums high on stakes