White-clad saints, white-clad saints,

Pink hued as tallest princess towers,

Blue tinted flow'n da longest dresses,

Walk'n da aisles, look'n for der princes.

Looky here, a dazzle'n crown a'cometh!

Oh yes, dem haunty vampires be creatures of yesteryear,

Everyone get a'line'n behind dat wolf’s shiny golden brow,

Cause tonight it’s a’howl’n blood moons first witch'n hour!

Dem devilish crowns always be a'pass’n heads eternally,

Draw'n da lurkers round corners of dos greedy shadows,

And grift'n up from dem sewers a shit’n of pestilent raties,

And yet, ever dos der presence keep, da white-clad saints.