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