Oh, holy night, the Harleys are brightly shining
The Feast of The Seven Fishes lets a prospect prove his worth.
Long lay the world in sin as the Knights remain pining
Til Parrish appeared and moved Heaven and Earth.
A thrill of hope, the weary Nomads rejoice.
The Originals fall to their knees, oh hear the maker's voice!
For the Satan's Knights, this Christmas will be anything but divine.