| Oh in the town of Deathlehem, how still we see thee lie! |
| For in my deep and dreamless creep I see the Christ child die. |
| Now in the dark and dreary, I will plant my evil seed |
| The fears of all the years and he will never be. |
| For Christ he will be kill, and I gather down below |
| While mortals sleep, the Devil’s keep the tides ebb and flow. |
| How silently but deadly I stab the holy throat |
| Beelzebub imparts the blessings of the Goat |
| No ear may hear me coming, but in this world of sin, |
| I’m here to open hell’s gate, and usher Christians in. |
| Oh morning stars together, proclaim the holy death |
| And curses scream at God the King, as Christ gasps for breath! |
| Belials children impure and gloating to kill the Child, |
| Where misery cries out to thee, Son of the mother wild; |
| Where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door, |
| The dark night wakes, the gory breaks, and Christmas comes no more. |
| Oh holy Child of Deathlehem, Christmas angels tell |
| Come to us, serve with us. In the deep dark Hell! |