( Sung to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" )
Oh come all ye damned gentlemen, those who've been deemed a liar.
Gather round the fire burning, for your fate is dire.
You shall soon be joining them, consumed within my fire.
I'll be taking your comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
I'll be taking your comfort and joy.
You've doomed yourselves, so don't complain, now sit back and watch the gore.
Your souls I have taken now, to that place of fearful lore.
Such evil and such disdain corrupt your very core.
I'll be taking your comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
I'll be taking your comfort and joy.
Now follow me down into hell, and meet up with your fate.
Your lives have been so wasted that I am now your date.
I'll whore you off, and watch you squirm, for now it is too late.
I'll be taking your comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
I'll be taking your comfort and joy.