Come join the feast, we shall dine like it’s the last night of our lives.
Through the great hall, laughter echoed – tales of slaughter, tales of gore.
Spilt the wine like we spilt the blood. Countless men we have sent to die.
Take your goblets, lift them higher – raise a toast up towards the sky.

Can you smell the burning flesh from the men tied to the stake?

His lordship’s smug expression, sitting firmly on the throne.
Reminiscing former glories, take a sip from this cup of bones.
Endless honours, endless praise - Well concealed, his wicked ways.
Those whom dared, questioned his guile; They will soon meet the grave!

From dusk till dawn he does slay, a bloodbath left in his wake.
The men who cursed on his name, Inside a crypt their corpse lays.
His madness is contagious, his acts vile and outrageous.
His presence so tenacious, take his oath of blasphemation.

Cliff Richard drinks from the skulls of his enemies, a cup solely made out of human cranium.
Please toast a severed head to all the traitorous bastards.
May they forever be engulfed by hell’s flames.

A sword is plunged through the head and afterwards it cuts the neck.
Brain removal, flesh is flayed. Dregs of carcass, tossed away.
Hollowed out and clean the innards. The Removal of the slime.
Take a blade and carve the cap off, the remains are filled with wine.


From dusk till dawn he does slay, a bloodbath left in his wake.
The men who cursed on his name, Inside a crypt their corpse lays.
His madness is contagious, his acts vile and outrageous.
His presence so tenacious, take his oath of blasphemation.

Cliff Richard drinks from the skulls of his enemies, a cup solely made out of human cranium.
Please toast a severed head to all the traitorous bastards.
May they forever be engulfed by hell’s flames.

This pearly white mask, that is worn day in day out. It’s a phantom, it’s a phantom, it’s hidden in plain sight.
A wolf in sheep’s clothes, nobody suspects a man of the God. Nobody suspects, nobody suspects a man of God.
What dwells beneath is vicious, so vicious, so evil. A darkness so heinous, it’s power is devastating.
You don’t make 100 albums without making a few enemies.
You don’t make 100 albums without making a few enemies.

Cliff Richard drinks from the skulls of his enemies, a cup solely made out of human cranium.
Please toast a severed head to all the traitorous bastards.
May they forever be engulfed by hell’s flames.
Please toast a severed head to all the traitorous bastards.
May they forever be engulfed by hell’s flames.