Jedi roasting on an open fire
Pravus nipping at your nose
Sith-led rituals sung by a choir
And slaves dressed up like the Rebels

Everybody knows a tauntaun and some marshweed
Help to feed our slaves at night
Puny lives, with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They'll know that Teylas is on his way
He's loading the Legions and bombs on the way
And every Dark Councillor is going to spy
To hope the Iron Legion will not die

And so, I'm offering this simple truth
To Sith from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said, many times, many ways
Merry Deathmas to you.

Made from the carol Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not doubt
I'm telling you why
Selika is coming to town
She's making a list
Of NPC guys;
She's gonna find out
Which one of them dies
Selika is coming to town
She sees while you meditate,
She knows when you're awake
She knows if you've been Sith or not
So be Sith for Paltapatine's sake!
Oh! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not doubt
Or else you might die
Selika is coming to town!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Holy_Night
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MptnOJsIlyE

Oh holy Knight, the stars were bright before you,
thus was the way that Turel thought ye'd be.
A certain day, the Merc approached with ruse,
a sneaky trick that would make you believe.
That he was a friend who would help you find your dad,
that he was here to help without you know'ng you'd been had.

Faaaalll on your knees, oh hear the screeech of Sith around you.
Oh darkness is nigh, the darkness near to your soul.
The dark is near, and oh so pow'rful, twill set you free.

Dashing through the snow
He’s going out to slay
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
People are dying
Making spirits low
What fun it is to laugh and sing
A slaying song tonight

Oh, lightsabers, lightsabers
Killing all the way
Oh, what fun it is to kill and maim
In a one man open slaughter
Lightsabers, lightsabers
Killing all the way
Oh, what fun it is to kill and maim
In a one man open slaughter

*Sung to the little drummer boy tune*
Come, they told me,
Pa rum pum pum pum
The new Grand Master to see,
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring,
Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before Pravus,
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Ra pum pum pum,
Ra pum pum pum

Ra pum pum pum,
Ra pum pum pum pum pum,
Yeah I'm on the ,

*Rap*

Playing for the Sith Lord, playing for the ,
I'm surprised you didn't hear this in the Covenant,
I'm so tight I might go psycho,
Christmas time so here's a recital,
I'm so bad like Michael I know,
I'm still young but I go go go,
I'm just the apprentice kid so I do, do do

*back on tune*

He is a Dark lord,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a Dark Jedi too,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gifts to bring,
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Ra pum pum pum,
Ra pum pum pum

Master nodded,
Pa rum pum pum pum
The Councilors kept time,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I showed my skills to him,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I showed my best for him,
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum

Dashing through the snow
On the icy planet, Hoth
Oh sweet lord its cold
wish I wore more than cloth

My tauntaun froze to death
the snow is turning red
as I cut it open for use as shelter and a bed.... oh!

Sithmas smells
Sithmas smells
wish I hadn't crawled in

skinned for fur
would be better
as I think I knicked intes-tine

(repeat)

Brimstone is a blue skin alien
From the planet of Csillia
And if you ran into him
He would make you throw up

All of the other Plaguesians
Would look and call him names
They never let poor Brimstone
Be an admiral again

Then one late eventful night
Arden came to say
Brimstone if you dont shut up
I'm going to feed you to an acklay

Then the others howled out
Throwing credits on the tables
Brimstone may be the pain in the ass
But the rancors run in fear