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 death  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 shit 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