Electrifying enemies with nightmares The high priestess of print hold their command Reeling from the anger of the circumstances A dagger marked with lies drips from her hand They don't know what to do, it must be true They don't know what we do, it must be true She'll drown in a pool of fabled writing The truth will sleep like poison in her mind The enemy within are vilified and slandered And dragged along the streets they left behind I don't want to know your name I'll cut your throat all the same A mask of d**h that slips again You're sleeping in the piggy pen I know you love murder nights, I know you love d**h