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Doors thrown open, exposing the sheep

Axe in hand - it's time to reap

Blades to throats - the only antidote

A tourniquet to the posers I am

Fuck these mall clowns, there can be only one

Red suit, leather boots - down the chimney chutes

No tolerance for the Christmas singing

I will put an end to your season's fucking greetings

Appropriating lies, spreading disease

Killing the earth by decapitating trees

20,000 Santas soon to be dead

Driven by hatred I will paint the malls RED

We are the Christmas Warrior Forces

Ending your outrageous claims to the solstice

Your God is dead - he'll never come back

Before the pentagram bow to my axe

Legions of ice we will end the charade

Slicing through churches with black evil rage

Young in your ways as you play pretend

We will restore nature to its intent