Gather round me all you sinners, all you gamblers and card sharps You drinkers and abusers, all you fighters at your hearts You might pay heed... Cuz ain't nothin' ever walked the earth like this before
Have you made your peace with Odin and with Baal and Aphrodite Cuz there's a triple headed serpent here with one hell of a bite And he knows you... He knows you and laughs and locks the door
The time has come to learn Arabic for to study on your fate In verse of old Mohammed and the prophets of the lake Of fire and ice... And sulphur, blood and demon acts of war
So take that little .410 bird gun and them crooked liars' dice They'll be of no use to you in some chanceless afterlife But roll them bones... You oughta roll 'em like you've never rolled before
(wahid, ithinin, thalatha, arba'a...)
Beast of field will be upon you, bird of air pluck out your eye The mercy of the nations will be deaf unto your cry And on that day... Ten horns upon the beast shall hate the whore
