After centuries still claming divinity When all they've ever done was to eat and get drunk Recounting tales of the demon ducks Chants of glory as they raise their cups All that remains are a few zealots Gathered here in their leader's basement This is what's become... Hearing of a madman fighting someone's van They came to realize one of their's was alive Recounting tales of the demon ducks Chants of glory as they raise their cups All that remains are a few zealots Gathered here in their leader's basement This is what's become... Cowering at the sight remaining out of fright Far from what they proclaim slayers only in name