HALLOWED BE THY NAME.
I could listen to this song on repeat forever without getting bored a
SINGLE SECOND. Maybe I should go to that North Pole time machine guy Batty wrote about, borrow his time machine, travel to medieval England, commit a couple of crimes, get sentenced to death, and have the hangman or whoever's in charge of my execution play this song at 200 bitching decibels while I'm on my way to the gallows. Wait, they didn't have CD players back then? What do you mean? Alright, then vinyl will have to do.