Arms raised high above their heads
These ghouls shout out, “God is dead!”
And everything she’s feared,
Has all at once appeared
Months of secrets, weeks of lies
And now he has his Father’s eyes
But what becomes of Mother,
Now nothing’s left uncovered?
And here we have a shrieking boy
Born of sin, bred to destroy
Spoiled by endless riches
And all of them were witches.