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Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah I can feel the earth is moving Underneath my hoofed boots earthing Fire protrudes from whence I'm pointing Fading every jewel Thronged upon the rock and metal There's a horde inside this temple Mass around your favorite devil Learn to make them cry Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah See him hover way up high He is the bat with 16 eyes He has a thirst to satisfy A craving for your blood Now here comes the wolves with whips And 40 goats with pitchfork sticks And look there is a lunatic He wants to make you cry Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah I'm the chieftain of your feelings I'm the god of air you're breathing You cannot escape my dealings I will make you cry