[Intro]

Dancing round

Di pentagram, singing songs

Invoking melodies

Far from holy, but dem pure

So pure, so dark, so devilish

On the drums we play

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Making way, ooh

[Verse 1]

Black robe white lines

Uncircumcised, dead flesh, fresh flies

Wid well sharp knives, fi

Slice and dice, look

Red crossed eyes, comes

From the circle, wid five points

So mi stab myself, fi check if mi live

Di knife couldn't dweet, so mi dweet like Jesus side

Demon a slide and a glide

But a fuckеry mi do cah mi shouldn't make di blood touch di sign

Di demon rise wid a bloodclaah sizе

And a bloodclaah stench, and a bloodclaah noise

Mi frighten yuh fuck, but mi cyah left di circle

Wussa cyah call pan Jesus Christ

Well traumatised, when di three head puppy tek di skies

Den him land pan di tiles, (woah)

Pull dung di sitt'n full a files

And a tell mi fi kill all di while, dear child

Need souls fi guh boil

So stock dem pile pan pile

Den bathe 'na di rive name Nile

Blood a run fi a mile

A dat mek di demon smile

So all dem a plan, dat a spoil

Wipe off di Glock till it shine

Dip in 'na di blood six time

Consecrate it wid wine

Bathe nah di blue wid di lime

Gone battle field front line, (front line)

Call pan Mars di divine

Shot out di chest wid di spine (bap)

Slap out yuh thoughts from yuh mind

Mek all yuh parts a divide

Set all yuh bands fi guh bind

[Chorus]

No funeral, fresh mineral

Fi di grung weh open up slowly

Di demons rejoice, adda get a new soul

Him walking through the gates of hell holy

Oh-yeah

[Verse 2]

So dem gone to the man

Weh wrap up him head Taliban

Dem nuh know say we links strong a hell

Know more than a couple demon

Dem gone bathe inna madda wash pan

Wid high hopes say dam agguh kill one

So dem take di guard ring, and take di guard chain

But all we need a weapon

Call we di beast call we di legion

Call dem di priest, call call dem di pigeon

Invert a cross wid nail nah di hand

Use di passion consecrate di gang

Shot bite yuh like phang, hallow point say yuh wrong

Belly bang, when di poison go on pan di Thompson

Hey! Yuh cudda 'trong like Samson

Shot oil dung yuh body like Johnson and Johnson

Dem nuh know say we killing, and willing

Any time dem chilling, we skilling and building, (brrp)

Dem nuh know say we heart dat filling

Inna war dem chilling so we fall dung di ceiling

Dem a former, spilling and spilling

To di cops dem revealing fi a ounce fi a shilling

Throw acid nah di mouth men it fizz in

So di sole a mi shoes can fit in, yuh see king?

Body lay dung flat pan di grung

Wid di right foot kicking

Yuh know say dat soon dead, not living

Di Valkyrie fly dung fast, sword swinging

Di last upbringing

Him think a di nine tailed fox when di demon see him

Assembled a earth, but a shot dismiss him

Out a di dirt, inna hell him risen

Pot a oil him sizzing

[Chorus]

No funeral, fresh mineral

Fi di grung weh open up slowly

Di demons rejoice, adda get a new soul

Him walking through the gates of hell holy

No funeral, fresh mineral

Fi di grung weh open up slowly

Di demons rejoice, adda get a new soul

Him walking through the gates of hell holy

Oh-yeah