I keep hearing you're concerned about saving my soul.
All that thought you're giving me is in good faith, I guess.
If I were a christian like you, I wouldn't worry none.
While you and your friends are praying for me, I'm having lots of fun.
Having crosses on the wall,
That don't interest me none at all.
Praying on my knees
With a fist of rosary.
That isn't for me.
Casting a circle, praising my goddess.
That is the life for me.
Now, don't tell me there no other way to be save.
Last night I was in meditation, I was in my sacred grove.
As long as I can escape to the astral plane
My goddess isn't to far from me.
So please don't give me your god, I got a goddess and she doing me just fine.
You can always find me here, having quite a time praising the lord and the lady.
Loving my goddess on the wall,
She is the best of them all.
Praying to her at dawn,
With a incense burning for her.
Dancing in a circle to raise the power.
Now, don't tell me I can't be save.
Well, it's good to see you, I must go, your preaching fill me with fright.
Anyway some of your people like to light me up this very night.
And against accustomed belief we are not after your children.
So I must go back to my circle and make my spell complete.
And don't tell me I ain't save.