My Heart Will Go On

Every night in Kervo, I praise you, I hail you. That is why I know you'll reign on. Far below our footings, in caverns of hellfire, you will always guide us, Satan.

Near, far, wherever friends are, I believe that they want to be killed. Once more, I chop off their limbs, and their bits are in bags, and to jail I'll go on and on.