The Pilgrims dancing in the moonlight.
The blades are eventually sharpened.
The first offspring were decapitated
Within seconds.
Heads were a-flyin' through the corn.
"Blood and oats for breakfast", said Mary-Lou,
A grin on her sad and mangled
Skull. (Crushed with nice blows!)
"I like your charred ankles,
You can't run, can you?"
"No, I bleed on the fearless,
And then I laugh".
Brendan screamed, Mary coughed.
Blood oozed from Beastore's nose.
Brendan cried triumphantly.
Mary died.
Oh, why is it that we crave for Death
In the eyes of the Goat?
The Goat will die.
Yes, it is true, He will die.
And I will fucking stick the
Spear of Horror
Through him.
Blood, Blood, Guts.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
