Burnt Gospel Sheet

To the beat of "God bless ye merry gentlemen"

When all's too quiet throughout the church

And naught will say a thing

Beware the girl in leather red

Who's bells all sound "ring ding"

She comes with blade and book in hand

To dance and drink and sing

"The witch has come to take us all, take us all"

"She will come and take you all!"

Should men become unlucky souls

And come to meet the bird

She chirps to them about her god

And makes sure all have heard

And should ye refuse prepare to choose

A weapon worse than words

She will make you to fall to the knee, to the knee

Should you turn away the Belle or try to flee

A heretic in mind and soul

Rejecting Christ your lord

Been tainted by the Witch's grace

And bound in snow and sword

The Saturnalia cries will rise

As a drunkard leads our hordes

A member of mankind no more, kind no more

"I will never go back to before!"