| Encapsulate the night! wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper and throw us a blood-sodden torn and holey rotten through the core party | |
| I stand with you now, my friend | |
| My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears | |
| I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false | |
| I hold your hand in defiance | |
| Amplify your feeble voice against evil | |
| I hold your spine and shake most violently | |
| The silver light is overthrown | |
| Rejoice with me for we have denominated the devil (And I shall get to fulfil my own) | |
| When I die, | |
| I slay a hundred | |
| When I die, | |
| I raise a thousand | |
| Rejoice with me for we have denominated the devil (And I shall get to fulfil my own) | |
| Every bullet hole in our holy town is an orifice for me to rape every woman slain is my whore and every precious child crying a golden orb of fire | |
| I stand with you now, my friend | |
| I nibble at your earlobes till they bleed the truth divine | |
| Smear my name in their fearful faces | |
| I hold your hand in vengeance | |
| Your muffled words are a horrid choir across the sea | |
| This licking pyre cannot be douted by their tears |