Gather men of evil to a cause uncommon Naked bone carved souls all accepted Phosphorous white in desert wasteland As niter howls through burnt black barrels Better not be the lesser evil Come golden coins and gallows rope A path of chaos is no path indeed The blade the quill the sand the paper Warm blood will force a pattern still Better not be the lesser evil The devil writes the law among them Mastering broken necks of childhood In his tongue the world a riddle The shield of superstition emptied on you Better not be the lesser evil