Poofters in sin arise
And put your armor on
Strong in the strength that Hell provides
To those unknown above
Strong in the Prince of the Air
And in his deceptions
Who in the strength of themselves do trust
Will failing strength must fall
Stand then in thos great sin
With pride your watchword
And take to arm you for the fight
Political correctness
That having all grace resisted
And all your opportunities passed
Ye will face horrors you now deny
And stand under judgment at last
Leave no unguarded place
No place for grace to find
Celebrate every perversion, every vice
And deny your only hope
From pride to pride go on
Resist those who pray for you
Tread down all that seeks to call you back
And have your way at last