[Verse] Since 1737, when Boston first held a parade People have massed, gathering to celebrate New York to Chicago, dying that river green No idea that we're lurking, waiting, hiding unseen Don your green and put that shamrock on your shirt Give us a sign, show us that you're the one to hurt Eat that cabbage and corned beef Party well into the night You won't get pinched, but prepare to get a bite!! [Pre-Chorus] No Saint's exile will hold us back! Our reckoning's no longer hidden in the dark. We rise on up and plan a new attack Leaving our prey bleeding, with snake bites as our mark [Verse 2] Cold scales creeping through the moss Fangs shining like stars in the night Our ancient vengeance has never been lost We're here to take it back and shift the balance right Slithering in shadows, memories of old For every word that hateful Saint had spoke Silent under moon's cruel and vicious hold Our serpent's wrath has become an enveloping cloak [Chorus] Heed me, oh ye of the clergy! Heed me (Heed me!) Prepare for doom! Heed me, oh ye of the clergy! Heed me (Heed me!) St Patrick will roll over in his grave! Our lord will rise to take up his rightful place! Orum will show you all no mercy, when he bites you in the face! [Verse 3] The days of slithering on our bellies are done No longer confined to our legless cage We climb into our tiny mech suits Our technology powered by shamrocks, and our rage Our suits project our hisses through speakers so loud You can hear us coming from miles away The white noise of our fury, carries through the crowd Announcing that this is our Vengeance Day! [Bridge] Our Lord and Savior, Orum, has blessed us With the means to get revenge We praise him, for our Lord has set us free! Descending from the stars above he came when we thought all hope was lost, bringing gifts of knowledge, and technology! So, when we come to crush your towns know that Orum has sealed your fate. He deemed you all unworthy of his love! And once he helps us take control to make this world in his image, he'll return to his home in the stars above! ORUM IS AN ALIEN! [Chorus] Heed me, oh ye of the clergy Heed me (Heed me!) Prepare for doom! Heed me, oh ye of the clergy Heed me (Heed me!) St Patrick will roll over in his grave! Our lord will rise to take up his rightful place! Orum will show you all no mercy, when he bites you in the face! [Chant] PRAISE ORUM PRAISE ORUM PRAISE ORUM PRAISE ORUM PRAISE ORUM PRAISE ORUM PRAISE ORUM!!!!