Twinkle bright Aldebaran
The star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire
Pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate
The unfree and obedient
For this is not the spring of love
It is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire [x4]
Blood money
For thirty pieces of silver
You shall buy yourself the time
The quivering meat conception
Deflorate the virgin fair
Succumb to your own passion
Receive the garland made from angels hair
Crown yourself, the thorns will cut you
Bleed your majesty
But by dawn it will all satisfy no more
Dethrones you weep
Dumped along the shore of lake of fire [x4]
So you've been left in chains
To rot away in your own stinking rest
You'll hang till death in your own entrails
What you're gonna do, peasants with nukes
But death you'll see shall make us free