If you kill and enjoy it
Take life and destroy it
Don't bother to pack
For it's freedom you lack
Don't dare say goodbye
For all you did was lie
The master who owns you
To you is not true
He promises much
And you let his touch
Mark upon your hand
With a pain you can't stand
Death is what you eat
But now accept defeat
For you're on your way
To Azkaban
Many crowd the cells
With their dead, rotten smells
But there's always room
In Azkaban
You take pride in your rank
The Dark Lord you thank
But where is he now?
Not in Azkaban
You wait for him to come
Your mind goes numb
For it's hope Dementors take
While you relive your mistake
If you think that you're sound
It is darkness where you are bound
For there's always room
In Azkaban