• Some lie
    Some cheat
    Some steal
    To whom does this appeal?
    Raise your hands high
    To the night sky
    And your fate will be seal'd.

    Some pillage
    Some plunder
    Some kill.
    Whom do these words thrill?
    Raise your hands high
    To the night sky
    And embrace the deathly chill.

    Some hate
    Some rage
    Some lust.
    Which of you here must?
    Raise your hands high
    To the night sky
    And join this sinful trust.

    For those whose hands remain,
    At your side, your plight is in vain.
    You lie to yourself if you say,
    That you'll not be with us when we embark.
    You hide your sins in the depths of the dark
    While ours are in light of the day.

    So, in essence, yours is worse
    Than a murder or a curse
    And we shall rejoice
    At your selfish choice
    When we meet in the pits of Hell.