You pathetic, worthless subject Submission keeps you erect Ignorant as you wait There are enemies at the gate Slaughter the peacocks Set fire to the lawns Now the Queen shall hang You've wasted all your life Reclaim it with a knife Tear down these castle walls Let blood flow in the halls Your safe sense of comfort is as warm as an octopus' embrace You wallow in the cold sea of puritan masochism Go deep into the dungeons. They hold no skepticism The sights in there will shock you. Cultists at a mass See how they use the kids as human shields to pass Pebbles for big rocks You tremble as it dawns Hits you with a bang Come on out Play with us Come on out When you kill the hostess, the spirit slowly dies