🎃👻💀☠️🧛🧟🧙👹🦇🕷️🕸️🐈⬛🦉🌕🌫️🕯️⛓️🏚️🪦🗡️🍬🍭🔮🧪 Verse 1: I've been waiting by the iron gate where the old hounds sleep With a pocket full of silver coins and secrets that run deep You can hear the timber creaking as the floorboards bend And the devil’s in the doorway looking for a friend I got a heavy coat of leather and a mind to sin Let the congregation gather and let the plague begin Chorus: 'Cause I'm your master, I'm your maker, I'm your bleeding hound Crawling through the gravel where the sinners drown Yeah, I'm your master, hear the chapel bell Dragging down your heaven to a private hell Verse 2: There's a window in the attic where the spider spins Counting out the penance for a dozen minor sins You can wear your Sunday linen, you can say your prayers But the boots are heavy-footed coming down the stairs I have tasted poison from a silver cup And there ain't no angel coming down to pull you up Chorus: 'Cause I'm your master, I'm your maker, I'm your bleeding hound Crawling through the gravel where the sinners drown Yeah, I'm your master, hear the chapel bell Dragging down your heaven to a private hell Outro: Let the fire burn Let the timber fall There's nothing left of nothing On the chapel wall Just the master and his hound in the dark
