Spells And Scars

We are the followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

And we got the Dark Mark to prove our loyalty unashamed

We are your neighbors and your teachers in your schools and streets

We are the purity of something powerful and elite

Boy you got some nerve to think you've got a chance

To take down the master with his infinite

Power and conviction to our noble cause

So you will need more than spells and scars

We got experience that you could only wish you had

And we don't care you got skills that rival your old man

Our Lord and Master did away with him in second flat

And then he stuck it to your mother all lick-a-dee-splat

We don't care what the prophecy professed

So give up cause it's over no last requests

Its gonna be a wonderful day when you're gone

And all will knell to the great Lord Voldemort