Lyrics

Tres' Dioblos before me.
Each one spinning a yarn.
Souls hanging on a bargin,
of a tale so tall.

With each labored breath,
each word passing their lips.

Flames dance with excitement.
Awaiting our death.
One rewarded with his kingdom,
to hell with the rest.

Bravo, bravo.
Talking monkeys never cease to amaze.
You fall all over yourselves because of pride.
Try and stay one step ahead of each other.
Ironically there is no winner in this contest.
For you are all damned to spend eternity in hell.