The Chattering Order of St. Beryl - Brand New Baby Smell

Oh I can't wait to see Good Omens!!!
YT: This unholy a cappella tribute was written to remember and celebrate the moment when The Chattering Order of St Beryl realized their true purpose, to switch the new born baby Antichrist with the baby of an American Ambassador. Armed with privilege and education, he would be protected till he recognized his true power and issued in the End Times with devastating abandon. This is a song about love for a new infant and for a new leader who is yet to unleash his full potential. Hopefully, the Dark Lord forgives them for using a pacifier. The Chattering Order of St Beryl are new to music videos and insisted that it be instilled with as much pop culture references as possible. Those who find them all will be damned for all eternity. Awomen. (lyrics below)

About Good Omens:
The End of the World is coming, which means a fussy Angel and a loose-living Demon who've become overly fond of life on Earth are forced to form an unlikely alliance to stop Armageddon. But they have lost the Antichrist, an 11-year-old boy unaware he's meant to bring upon the end of days, forcing them to embark on an adventure to find him and save the world before it's too late.

About the Chattering Order of St. Beryl:
Pulled from the pages of Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s novel-turned-series Good Omens, The Chattering Order of St. Beryl are an order of nuns dedicated to emulating Christian martyr St. Beryl of Krakow, and whose members are commanded to chatter, natter, and rabbit about every last little thing that comes into their heads for every second of every waking hour. Except of course on Tuesday afternoons, for half an hour, when the nuns are permitted to shut up and, if they wish, to play table tennis.

Our evil prayers were answered by the coming of our Lord
He doesn’t have the teensy little hoofies that we thought
He’s blonde and cute and handsome like a little English Lord
But his evil will emerge!

Cheeky, cheeky little Antichrist.
Naughty, naughty baby Antichrist.
Squishy, squishy baby Antichrist.
That brand new baby smell!

He’ll be raised Americano, learning accent posh and neat,
Son of privilege to manipulate the people that he meets.
The weakened world will crumble ‘neath the claws upon his feet
His day will soon be nigh!

He was just a little babe when Master Crowley brought him here.
He didn’t have the little sixes neatly etched behind his ear.
He had a little smile and the most tushy wushy rear.
That brand new baby smell

Cheeky, cheeky little Antichrist.
Naughty, naughty baby Antichrist.
Squishy, squishy baby Antichrist
That brand new baby smell.

What kind of baby diapers should the Lord of Darkness wear?
Theresa knitted booties from the mane of a dead mare.
Will the Lord forgive us if we use a pacifier?
Dark Lord we’ll do our best!

He’s the cutest little cheeky from his lashes to his toes.
His eyes are lit with fire like the future of his foes.
His widdle golden curls will crown the throne he over throws
That brand new baby smell!

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