Sweet leaf, why did you turn around

I'm stumblin' snowblind through the trees

But what is this, that stands before me

It's an iron man of the grave

Laughing and turning the cross upside down

BLACK SABBATH

War pigs, the snout full of rat salad

They march to the electric funeral, stirin' the blood

The wizzard, wearing the boots of mine

You are my wishing well in my paranoid dreams

Laughing and turning the cross upside down

BLACK SABBATH