3 years old, St. Nicholas Day
God came into the house
And stood in the doorway
In a brown overall

And that's when it left all the crippeling fear
The boundaries in mind

Down we go the volcanos
Deep in hell we roam
And wrestle the devil
In his own house

There's no excuse, let's try and fail
And be winning still

And then if we fall, let's fall so hard
Right on the face, that we won't recover
Nor get back up, we'll proudly lie
Or we will succeed