Hateful ritual out in the woods
Crosses beginning to burn
Your repulsive institution
Is doomed to learn
Lurking on the outskirts
Your lives taking a turn
Lurking on the outskirts
Im here to kill
Deep in your vile chant
Caught of guard
Lost in the black of night
I am the dark
Focus on the burning cross
Listen to the words
Lost in the black of night
I am the dark
Set your robes on fire
Smell your flesh burn
My piss will douse the flames
It's your turn to hang
Bigot swinging from the rope
In my hands your blood has soaked
Body flaking off in ashes
In my hands your blood has soaked