When the weather’s cold enough, you know all you wanted in this damp cellar
Turn your lust to fiery spill, an ultimate burst of ecstasy, liquified
You know you can’t lie. You know you can’t hide.
Now that the culling’s half done.
That the calling for tyrants have been sung.
Time to enter the next phase is at hand
Time to relearn the ways of the burnt and forgotten ones, those who shalt be returned again.