And Mystery lies captured dressed in red rags Twisting and turning,Laughing and spitting the savages gleeful dance Opening so wide her pretty big eyes Falling and burning, Tearing and stinging pluck them for the dish tonight Smear the fat on skin so delicate she will roast and toast and spice our life so very very nice! .

Oh Mystery ! Welcome your final hour Oh Mystery, of bubbling sores

The fires are lit with the licking of teeth Hunger and desire,The living expire vegetables boil delight The Stench of meat as flames start to kiss Dripping and spurting, singe-ing and scorching the vultures queue for the feast Discarding the bones to thin starving dogs the final hour has come, the final hour has gone

Your final hour, the final hour has come my love.