Pop, goes the weasel
Yeah they say i seem evil
Not my fault, when i walk by, that im the king of the beetles

Sanctimony, alimony
Killed a god, thats my testimony
Greed, parsimoney
Save the lives of all unholy
Matrimony with the finest devils, onokskelis wake me in the morning
Breath, death
All of it comes in the mourning

Hide and fight just to try to see
All of us want to be free
Kasahun, only you and me
Spendera mitt liv with thee
Rip your fucking caps out your knees
I laugh, maniacally
Dont you dare, plea with me
Blood made of salt, the black sea

Hit me, face me, hold me, fold me, then you know me
Is this it, how it feels to be in purgatory(x3)

Turn your cards, show your black hand
Drops my tears on this saccred land
Ghurab walking through the crows land
(if i) think about then i rupture glands
Dig my hands right into the sand
Seems to be Me and That Man
All my hair falls by the strand
Alot of things just werent planned
My facial expression is just very bland
They say my ways should just be banned
All my legions follow my command
I take a walk in this dreamland
But sit in puss in this wasteland
I know you have 2nd freehand
It seems weve all dealt a bad hand
Now turn your cards and show your black hand
Hit me, face me, hold me, fold me, then you know me
Is this it, how it feels to be in purgatory(x4)