Doors thrown open, exposing the sheep Axe in hand - it's time to reap Blades to throats - the only antidote A tourniquet to the posers I am Fuck these mall clowns, there can be only one Red suit, leather boots - down the chimney chutes
No tolerance for the Christmas singing I will put an end to your season's fucking greetings Appropriating lies, spreading disease Killing the earth by decapitating trees 20,000 Santas soon to be dead Driven by hatred I will paint the malls Red
We are the Christmas Warrior Forces Ending your outrageous claims to the solstice Your God is dead - he'll never come back Before the pentagram bow to my axe Legions of ice we will end the charade Slicing through churches with black evil rage Young in your ways as you play pretend We will restore nature to its intentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
