Got an owl from an old friend we used to be real close
Said he'd broken free of the Imperius Curse
Changed his face, killed his dad, and he's teaching at Hogwarts
Now things will soon be going from rotten to worse

I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm all right
I just want you to come here and I'll chop off your hand
I don't care what you think any more this is my night
When you're wearing the Dark Mark, isn't it grand?

I always knew that life would offer me a second chance
It's unlikely, but through a long chain of circumstance
I've got the blood, and in this mud
Lie my father's bones, so stifle your moans

They will tell you your spells always have to be so nice
Then they'll tell you you can't use human sacrifice
Oh but sooner or later someone's head's wearing your face
Any way you know you're a one-man Master Race

I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm all right
I just want you to come here and I'll chop off your hand
Right now you're prob'ly asking yourself why you serve me
A bit late for regrets now, hey, Mr. P?

I always knew that life would offer me a second chance
It's unlikely, but through a long chain of circumstance
I've got the blood, and in this mud
Lie my father's bones, so stifle your moans

I don't care if you cower from me, 'cause it's my night
This is all about me, and about me alone