Away in a manor,
No crib for His bed
The evil Dark Lord
Laid down His vile head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The evil Dark Lord
Asleep in the manor
The mudbloods are wailing
The poor Baby wakes
The evil Dark Lord
No crying He causes
I love Thee, Dark Lord,
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side,
'Til victory is nigh.
Be near me, Dark Lord,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And hate me I wish
Bless all the Death Eaters
In Thy vile care
And take us to victory
To live with Thee there