Once upon a time in a land afar, on some deserted hill There stood a church all black - made of steel At high-noon every Sunday on the hill the old hermit would preach "Welcome to Church-Hill my friends - have no fear Come near... 'Cause I am the light" All the bad things you have done in your life could come real Now is the time to regret. Did you murder or steal?
This is your chance there'll be no return Those who will fall - will burn!
The mocked - at lepers the crippled and blind All did heed his call They marched in troops of hundreds to Church-Hill To hear him preach to share his anguish There was fire in his eyes, as the troops of hundreds multiplied
Gimmie your souls and I promise you heaven or hell Stories of fortune and fame the old hermit tell Moved by his tales and inspired at the end of the day His army of losers kneeled before him to pray
We're made by the (it's another return) Yes made by the Church-Hill We are reborn, (it's another return) Forevermore - Church-Hill.
Soon his army of crippled and poor Spread out to the valleys down below - terrorizing Hustlin' intruding, spreading fear Rapin' and stealing - no life was speared In the name of Church-Hill - the troops still marched on When the church bell rang together they sang ...
In the mist of the morning bloodlust was in their eyes Encouraged by their master they roared their battle-cries "United we will conquer, divided we shall fall it's all for one - yes, and one for all"