The gritty, grinding
  Of the Langoleers
Sawing and gnawing
  The bringers of fear
My mind is their playground
   They are all that I hear

They are the Langoleers,
I tell you -
  And they're at it again
I am trapped in their torrent -
  Their tormenting pen
They've knocked me out for the count,
Now they're gloating
   And ready to win
They're pouncing on my pain
   And stirring up sin
They boast of their victory
   Wearing a despicable grin

This sinister cycle of seismic suffering
Is all that these ******* Langoleers
   Have been offering
I look towards the future -
   Fiery hell is all that I'm seeing
As I watch these wretched Langoleers
   Torture my entire being
While in their grasp,
There is no hope for escape
   There is no hope for a freeing
As I scream in endless agony -
   I'll eternally be seething

They are the Langoleers
  And this is my story
Forgive me, friends,
  If my tale is quite gory

But they are the Langoleers
  That's just how they've rolled
Now I am just glad
  That my stories been told

This is the story of the Langoleers
My torment
My darkness
The source of my fears

Take note, and beware
  The horror
  The nightmare
Of the Langoleers