Wrapped in tattered robes
Our finest Sunday clothes
We live to frolic in your filth

Teeth filed down to points
Grinning death spun from the void
When we’re done
there’s nothing left
No, nothing left

Ending so tragically
We’re sure to catch your death
Waiting impatiently
Servant of the Serpent’s Path

Finger painting gibberish
Up and down the halls
We’ve done your neighbors place
Now you’ll get yours

Creeping on our hands and knees
Taking more than we need
We’ll eat your children
while you sleep
While you’re sleeping

Ending so tragically
We’re sure to catch your death
Waiting impatiently
Servant of the Serpent’s Path

Dark secrets rest beneath your homes
DEFILED
DEFILED
Effigies in ashes, hair, lye and bones

Rising from the deep
Rising from the deep
Rising from the deep
RISING FROM THE DEEP!