Hats Made of Veal And That New Car Scent

Resurection! 
Repent, the end is near 
Live life in shades of fear 
For your doom is here 
Entire nations 
Have burned to the ground 
Upon the hands 
Of the Black Serpent Lord 
You can sing this at my funeral 
The prophets are all going blind 
Because there is nothing left to see 
The thieves are all going home 
Because there is nothing left to steal.