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 ()