In a world filled with ghouls and goblins
And demons and magic
Two families have been pitted against each other
And now at last they do battle
It's the long arm of the Winchester law
Put your hands on the floor, it's Sam and Dean
We're closing the book on the Book of Shadows
And throwing your show onto the junk heap
So hocus-pocus, aggro from these we don't notice
We might bring our Baby in and even up the headcount
Take a few minutes to carpet-bomb the dark fall
Without the demon blood transfusion on the hash, actually
The hunting done with bows, arrows, swords, and shotguns
A pairing not to cost young ones
Tend to regard this Paul Bunyan
But with Satan as a secondary concern
On this side of the courtroom
Given comparators' treatment of hop-sing as a hag
Death without a soul, without a
In a world replete with fangs and claws and enchanted boils
Two families curse at each other
Before it is all rendered to soil
See, a world without beasts
That's taken out by turbulence
Then it leaves alignments
And not peace before they die
I want three spells to break these spells
Six feet deep, pray they sleep, break their shell
Don't come to test, I face demons for breakfast
Then we split up, casting spells reckless
Charmed, I think not, we step up and switch up
Keep me posted on sigils, it's time to lift up
Practiced in necromancy, we raise the stakes
And Sam's ready, no time for fake breaks
For crying out loud, this battle's profound
We'll take the crown, magic unbound
We call upon the mortal ways
And gods who guide but cannot raise
But may we test those mortal selves
For who may cast Van Helsing spells
From the shadows we rise, ready to ignite
Winchesters in the fray, gonna bring the fight
Magic and might, intertwined in the dark
Drawing power from sigils, we'll leave our mark
Dean's holy water, Sam's Latin verse
We're banishing demons, lifting the curse
Through the halls of hell and mystic's maze
Our paths collide in a fiery blaze
Witches and hunters, a clash of the elite
In this ultimate battle, none will retreat
Facing each other, where legends are bred
With spells and guns, our fates align
In this epic battle, we draw the line
In a world replete with fangs and claws and enchanted boils
Two families curse at each other
Before it is all rendered to soil
See, a world without beasts
That's taken out by turbulence
Then it leaves alignments
And not peace before they die
The way into the suffering city
The way to the eternal pain
The way that runs among the lost
Justice urged on my high artificer