Apocalypse: Lyrics

Who is that naked viking?

What’s he doing on my roof?

How did he get through my defenses—

Forsooth?

Forsooth, ’tis Rudolph.

How can this thing be?

We blew him

To smithereens

With various ingenious machines.

[Bezobub]

Rudolph, I must confess,

I am really quite annoyed.

I was watching quite attentively,

and saw your ass conclusively destroyed,

Yet here you are,

Reconsti…