Digitus Medius

Low form of life yet higher than cheech
Slower than time but way out of reach
In the garden of waste there's nothing to sell
Rotten the taste, acrid the smell

Digitus medius
This is for all that was
Drink from the poison well
You're more than welcome to
Hell
It's the language of the animals
The dead and the unknown
Hell
Listen up for the tolling
They're calling for you
Burn
This is the day of the wicked insane
That make the world go
Down
That make the world go 'round

Into the light they'll send you astray
To the peak of the suffering heights and then come what may
Live as you learn, you need to control
Summon your fears, wave goodbye to your soul

Digitus medius
You're more than welcome to
Hell
It's the language of the animals
The dead and the unknown
Hell
Listen up for the tolling
They're calling for you
Burn
This is the day of the wicked insane
That make the world go
Down
That make the world go 'round

Burn
Burn
Burn
We will bring you down

My wit is getting strong in every way
My longfinger's growing longer everyday
One way, once and for all
Into the abyss you fall
Into the abyss you fall

Burn
Burn
Burn
We will bring you
Hell
And now make way for the king
All hail him
Hail
I won't offer you a thing
Don't fail him
Burn
Gonna take it all the way
Medieval
Down
It's time to bring you down