Let the good men crush
What they love
It makes them feel alive
Let the fair men build them crosses
And crucify
So let the wise men write
Our death threats, in Bible paper
Let their message be sent
Throughout the thunder
Throughout the underworld
Throughout the Alpha
Alpha Noir, we want a new world!
Alpha Noir, our truth, our code!
Let the good men search
Revolve their graves
For a shade of paradise
Let the lion’s flesh perfume the widow
And sanctify!
Let the weak man have
The final word
Order from Chaos
Let their secret be known
Throughout the underworld
Throughout the thunder
Throughout the Alpha
Alpha Noir, we want a new world!
Alpha Noir, our truth, our code!