All your sins are forgiven
In the name of Jesus in heaven... Ahhh
There you stood with your soul in your hand
Thinking... that God would understand
Satan take him to where you dwell
Satan take him to burn in hell
Always were a believer
You never thought of God as the Deceiver... Ahhh
There you stood with your soul in your hand
Thinking... that God would understand
Satan take him to where you dwell
Satan take him to burn in hell
Burn In Hell... Drown in my wishing well
Burn In Hell... Drown in my wishing well
Where is your Jesus now, Jesus in Heaven
Where is your saviour of all - He's executing your soul
Burn In Hell... Drown in my wishing well
Jesus and Satan hand in hand
Leading you down the stairway to the damned
No more pearly gates for you
Eternal flames, wondering who is who... Ahhh
Burn In Hell... Drown in my wishing well
Burn In Hell... Drown in my wishing well
Where is your Jesus now, Jesus in Heaven
Where is your saviour of all - He's executing your soul
Burn In Hell... Burn In HellI prayed to God and Jesus
But I guess they didn't hear
My sacrfice was useless
My pleas fell on deaf ears
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery

I looked to the Lord in heaven
But he must have looked away
My crying eyes repentant
Please send her love to light my day
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery

I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
sold my soul to the devil
to the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil

Leis an Lurgainn o hi
Beul an anamoich o hi

An Cuan Eirinn o hi

Leis an Lurgainn o hi
Beul an anamoich o hi

Seachad Ile o hi
Las sinn coinnlean o hi

Leis an Lurgainn o hi
Beul an anamoich o hi

Seachad Aros o hi

Leis an Lurgainn o hi
Beul an anamoich o hi

Leis an Lurgainn o hi
Beul an anamoich o hiYou're the last of a breed and it's begining to stink
So you take to the clouds with your bible and drink
The proclaimation was made, the proclaimation was felt
There's a new notch in your belt
Very carefully you've protected your house
Now there's no getting out
It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far
There's a lovely house on a lovely street
There's a burning star but it's giving no heat
To the sting that was felt on the back of your hand
Now someone's lost command
Very secretly you've infected your house
Now there's no getting out
It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far