Текст песни Polterchrist - LORDI

Just on the edge of 16
Inside her something obscene
Speaking in tongues that are unknown
Her body in contortions
Her face out of proportion
An evil swallowing her soul
The demon has a name
The prophesies proclaim
She'll bring strife to us
There's no way to win this, we must
Tie her up
Lock her in
She'll tempt us all into sin
She is possessed by Polterchrist
Must hide her
And bind her
Temper the bad inside her
She will become the Polterchrist
Her power can not be tamed
Her keepers driven insane
The gates of hell about to break
The demon has a name
The prophesies proclaim
She'll bring strife to us
There's no way to win this, we must
Tie her up
Lock her in
She'll tempt us all into sin
She is possessed by Polterchrist
Must hide her
And bind her
Temper the bad inside her
She will become the Polterchrist
Objects are elevating, circling in the air
The bed is levitating, now we should beware
She's rising, she's rising
Tie her up
Lock her in
She'll tempt us all into sin
She is possessed by Polterchrist
Must hide her
And bind her
Temper the bad inside her
She will become the Polterchrist