Gather round,   I've got dark tales to tell   Of a heretics dying plan   And the many stones that fell!      The lies are fed   In spectral evidence   Of a blasphemous covenant   That can only end in red!      Of a blasphemous covenant   That ends in red!      Names are read and then passed around,   Stones are piled and rocks are found,   The mob it sways in false camaraderie,   But someone dies in this red lottery.      The mob it sways in false camaraderie,   When someone dies in this red lottery!      Weightless they drown in the lake of fire,   Chained to the planks for they're evil crime.      Crushed under stones in they're blasphemy,   They paid the price in red lottery!      Gather round,   I've got dark tales to tell   Of a heretics dying plan   And the many stones that fell!      The lies are fed   In spectral evidence   Of a blasphemous covenant   That can only end in red!      Of a blasphemous covenant   That ends in red!