Napoleon Bonaparte
Firing cannons in winter
Smelling of gunpowder
The most accepted figure
Of unholy genocide
Really makes me consider
The modern Nephite man
In heavy pinstripe armour
Ink for blood equals ink for blood
Napoleon Bonaparte
A man of earthly stature
Height don't make you great
It's the people that you murder
Feel the tingling hair
Feel the blood inside ya
Walk on up the stairs
Listen closely for her
In the hatchet house
In the hatchet house
In the hatchet house
In the hatchet house