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!