Letra da Música: Libre (Nova Versão) - Tristania

Encapsulate the night!
wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper
and throw us a blood-sodden
torn and holey
rotten through the core
party

I stand with you now, my friend
My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears
I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false
I hold your hand in defiance
Amplify your feeble voice against evil
I hold your spine and shake most violently

The silver light is overthrown
Rejoice with me
for we have denominated the devil
(And I shall get to fulfil my own)

When I die, I slay a hundred
When I die, I raise a thousand

Rejoice with me
for we have denominated the devil
(And I shall get to fulfil my own)

Every bullet hole in our holy town
is an orifice for me to rape
every woman slain is my whore
and every precious child crying
a golden orb of fire

All the children cry 'Babalon! Babalon!'*
Oh mother, Where have all your flowers gone?

I am a divine digit
I am extended; I am unfurled
I shall finger-fuck the world

Babalon: uma divindade do Livro da Lei, de Aleister Crowley, a qual é conhecida como a Mulher Escarlate ou a Mãe de Todas as Aberrações. Ela se abre para todos os homens e simboliza a libido feminina. É um equivalente para Lilith e para a Grande Meretriz, descrita no Livro do Apocalipse bíblico.