Okay boys and girls, let's go
All right
Another wretched morning
A wretched October day
No sound of angels in the trees
And Christmas is far away
Yeah, listen, what's this?
The televoice starts whipping round
The vision comes today
And this is what the voice declaims
It's To Megatherion's birthday

Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass
'Cause we're the heralds of Crowleymass
I said
Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass
'Cause we're the heralds of Crowleymass
One more time
Don't give us no sass or wе'll kick your ass
'Cause we're thе heralds of Crowleymass

Well you can take your three wise kings, your manger sheep, and hey
And I'm gonna tell you why, too
Cause the Thelema-boys are taking over with the tidings of the beast's birthday

Crowleymass, Crowleymass
See the little children at Crowleymass
Their faces full of awe
And they don't get no shitty dolls and trains and stuff like that
No, they just get the book of the law
Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass
'Cause we're the heralds of Crowleymass
I said
Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass
'Cause we're the heralds of Crowleymass

Well you can take your reincarnation, transubstantiation and your papal kiss
'Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss
And all I want is copulation
Oh darling
And there ain't no grace, there ain't no guilt
Cause this is the law, do what thou wilt
The name is Crowley, it rhymes with holy
It isn't Crowley, that rhymes with fouly, eeewww

Well you can take your reincarnation, transubstantiation
And all I want is good old-fashioned copulation, copulation