When I saw that sparta in his eyes
Young death is good
And we decided that to die
there was no greater love
Hey little baby
don't you lean down low
Your brain's exposed
and it's starting to show
Your rotten thoughts
YEUCH!
I was attracted to a night torchlight parade
And there I came
Home is a black leather jacket
fitting sweetly to my brain
I will force my body
to be my weapon and my statement, so
Death and night and blood
Death and night and blood...