You won't see us come

You won't see us come
In the night
With these knives
And these bloodstains on our hands
Paint the walls
Taste the blade
On the night of long knives

Midnight we kill

In summer '69 there came a prophet
His words were used to profit off the minds of the weak
He spoke of holes deep within the desert
His followers would convert in the belly of the beast
Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're pilling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun
In the hills of Hollywood tonight

City of Angels
Sanity deprived
The family fatal
They bring the night of long knives
Deserts and the devil
Rapist of the mind
The family fatal
Pitch black

You won't see us come
In the night
With these knives
And these bloodstains on our hands
Paint the walls
Taste the blade
On the night of long knives

Midnight we kill

The hills were echoing with their laughter
And happy ever after was a faded memory
Rosemary and the baby of Polanski
Six people dead and bloodying the Hills of Beverly
They're screaming for their lives
Begging and pleading for the lives of babes unborn
The knives had only just stuck in
He horror of the splittin skin
Ropes are tied around their necks
To breathe their dying breath
In the hills of Hollywood tonight

City of Angels
Sanity deprived
The family fatal
They bring the night of long knives
Deserts and the devil
Rapist of the mind
The family fatal
They bring the night of long knives

We have been so wrong
We will fall
No tomorrow

We'll fall away tonight

Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're pilling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun
In the hills of Hollywood tonight

City of Angels
Sanity deprived
The family fatal
They bring the night of long knives
Deserts and the devil
Rapist of the mind
The family fatal
They bring the night of long knives

You wont see us come
In the night
With these knives
And these bloodstains on our hands
Paint the walls
Taste the blade
On the night of long knives

You wont see us come
In the night
With these knives
And these bloodstains on our hands
Paint the walls
Taste the blade

You wont see us come
In the night
With these knives
And these bloodstains on our hands
On the night of long knives