Oh well hey
What did you learn today
Of all the world and its pain
Of Archons insane?

Oh there's a hole up in the sky from where the angels fall
To bring us sword and sire children that grow up too tall

Oh there's a hole down in the ground where all the dead men go
Down purgatory's highways they gun their souls

Oh say you love Satan

Strange are these woods to fare
Stranger the fruit they bear

Oh hang me high
Upon that tree
For all the secrets to find me

Oh ten I have of fingers fine
For all the evil's work in the night