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