- Cradle Of Filch
My, my, are we in trouble
Take one good look around
It will be your last
Your future’s in the past
My, my, are we in trouble
In the corridors at night
Try to run and detention doubles
- Feeding The Basilisk
Are you scared to walk through the hallways?
Are you worried that the spiders run away?
Are you petrified
Of being petrified?
Are we going to have to close the school for good?
We’ve got to feed Ginny Weasley to the Basilisk
We’ve got to purge the school from all mudblood scum
- Master And Servant
Wormtail, Wormtail, little rat
Why do you look so sad?
It was fear that brought you back
Loyalty and brains you lack
Now make sure that I come back
Or you’ll be Nagini’s snack
- Parselmouth
Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four
Kill him, Basilisk, see him crawling on the floor
The Chamber of Secrets reopened by the Heir
Unleash the horror within, purge the Mudbloods there
[chorus]
Kill, kill, kill
I want to kill you
- The Dark Mark In The Sky
An ol’ wizard went flying out one dark ‘n windy day
At the Quidditch Cup he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of hooded freaks he saw
Plowing through the camping site, right through the cloudy draw
Their wands where spitting fire, their boots where made of steel
Their cloaks where black and shiny and their magic he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as some muggles hit the sky