During this night of slumber, the enemy comes vast in number
Looking to rip you asunder tearing ye soul to and fro can you feel the hunger
Shading mental representation, this haunting experience
Obsessed it is with distress though it does not make a difference
The specter has entered the hollow, him expected to follow
In his departure, what appears as a trail of metal yellow
This daimon of evil spirits known to all of Christian belief
From him and his minions your will shall find that there is no relief
When all else fails they send in the fiend, the Ogre, the blunderer
This cruelly wicked and inhuman person has become the monster
Ominous though fearless, being nothing more than a smelly skunk
Failing to realize that it is he whom we choose as the one to hunt
At the loss of his command, wanders in the tempter of mankind
Believing that souls are here for him to dine
He shall not stop any will that chooses to be a spelunker
By the Lord of host’s Holy name, Jesus perform all my wonder
This is how you bring the thunder
To those who dwell under