Have yourself a few shot-up werewolves. 
Break your Uzis out. 
From now on the furries
Will be dead, no doubt. 

Have yourself some nice, charred vampires, 
Flamethrowers work well. 
From now on they'll scream 
As they burn in Hell. 

Here we are with our wooden stakes, 
We'll do whatever it takes, 
Many men who are dead to us 
We'll make sure to make them bake. 

Through the years 
We'll shoot some wolves together 
If they should run loose, 
Hang the Ulfric from 
a long rope noose, 

And have yourself 
A sanity-free Christmas now. ~