You won't see us come You won't see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade On the night of long knives Midnight we kill In summer '69 there came a prophet His words were used to profit off the minds of the weak He spoke of holes deep within the desert His followers would convert in the belly of the beast Don't look into his eyes Burning with malice past the point of no return They're pilling bodies one by one Fulfilling all their dreams to come The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun In the hills of Hollywood tonight City of Angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of the mind The family fatal Pitch black You won't see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade On the night of long knives Midnight we kill The hills were echoing with their laughter And happy ever after was a faded memory Rosemary and the baby of Polanski Six people dead and bloodying the Hills of Beverly They're screaming for their lives Begging and pleading for the lives of babes unborn The knives had only just stuck in He horror of the splittin skin Ropes are tied around their necks To breathe their dying breath In the hills of Hollywood tonight City of Angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of the mind The family fatal They bring the night of long knives We have been so wrong We will fall No tomorrow We'll fall away tonight Don't look into his eyes Burning with malice past the point of no return They're pilling bodies one by one Fulfilling all their dreams to come The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun In the hills of Hollywood tonight City of Angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of the mind The family fatal They bring the night of long knives You wont see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade On the night of long knives You wont see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade You wont see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands On the night of long knives