Sing along, everyone!

An age of darkness and blood has dawned
Here comes Mister Softee!
He'll flay off your skin and grind up your bones
and gnaw your flesh like toffee!
All will be consumed
on his altar
of death!

The innocent will not be spared
The Blade of Mister Softee!
All shall be cut down 'neath his baleful eye
And harvested like barley.
There will be nowhere
to run
or hide.

Continue singing!

Your screams are but a lullaby
To the ears of Mister Softee!
He'll teach you new ways of suffering
Until you extoll his glory!
Mister Softee reigns
From a throne
of Skulls.

Death will offer no release
from the grasp of Mister Softee!
Your souls will be bound in popsicles
which he'll consume eternally!
Hail Mister Softee
Mister Softee
Is All.