: [Lyrics & Music (G. Holt)] The honeymoons over and the loves gone sour Her nagging has got you down But you picked the wrong way to deal with it You
the din All will yearn For our nocturne The dawning of our cult is at hand Come and pray We know the way Bow to the tempo of the damned [1st Solo -
do is shit and breed To ignorant to ever succeed Stupidity should not be multiplied Lend them not a helping hand Or the future will be damned The world