Gather men of evil to a cause uncommon
Naked bone carved souls all accepted
Phosphorous white in desert wasteland
As niter howls through burnt black barrels
Better not be the lesser evil
Come golden coins and gallows rope
A path of chaos is no path indeed
The blade the quill the sand the paper
Warm blood will force a pattern still
Better not be the lesser evil
The devil writes the law among them
Mastering broken necks of childhood
In his tongue the world a riddle
The shield of superstition emptied on you
Better not be the lesser evil
