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Twisted thoughts and fantasies
They always end in tragedy
Morbid, gore filled fairy tales
Recited as they're ripping out your FUCKING finger nails
Recited as they're ripping out your FUCKING finger nails
Gothic glamour, gloom and doom
As witches rub they clit with brooms
Ripping out thy babies from thine wombs
Once upon a freezing moon grown full
As witches rub they clit with brooms
Ripping out thy babies from thine wombs
Once upon a freezing moon grown full
Flesh from faces rot and turn to skulls
Much of Madness, Mouth of Horror
At the stake they burn these filthy fucking whores
At the stake they burn these filthy fucking whores
With a taste for blood - make them fiended and beg for more
No one is safe, no escape, nowhere to run and hide
Smear the lambs blood upon the doors
They still find the children hidden underneath the floor
Indulging in their screams, let them live to suffer and cry some more
BECAUSE THEIR DEATH LIKE SILENCE IS SUCH A BORE!
BECAUSE THEIR DEATH LIKE SILENCE IS SUCH A BORE!
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