Here comes the corpsepaint cavalry
Spreading the words of tradegy
Embrace the cold, avoid the sun
Cause the march of the penguins has begun
Quality sounds are what we fear
Horrid production, huge atmosphere
Maximum treble is all you need
It must make your eardrums bleed

Clad in leather, spikes and chains
Impaling every fool that remains
S/M-gear and PVC
Are the clans noble decree
Hard to breathe, I’m sweating blood
Wouldn’t want it any other way.
The goat’s head outwits me in chess
And suffering keeps the masses at bay!

(Chorus)
Grim!
Evil!
Necro!
We are the seeds that the cult will sow
Grim!
Evil!
True!
We’re the puritan pricks through and through