Misfortune Lyrics - Singles - Abramelin

Like cattle to the slaughter 

He lures them to their death 

Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind 

A crave for tearing flesh 

Friendly face, a lollipop 

He traps them after school 

Flat chested, pretty six year old 

The type that makes him drool 

Lubricates his vile tool 

Child tied to the bed 

Rams his rod, the pelvis snaps 

Sheets stained brown and red 

Frustration tears his mind apart 

The pain in his brain, making him insane 

His tool shed hosts, a magnitude of corpses 

Torn and scattered 

Bloodied meat strewn on the floor 

From bodies slashed and tattered 

Sickened brain, repulsive lusts 

Feeble bodies torn apart 

Finger paints with body fluids 

Disgusting abstract art 

Stark staring mad 

Re-enacting horrid dreams 

Horrors of his mind made reality 

More than flesh and blood can bear 

Raging uncontrolled 

Feeble heartbeat drifts away 

Corpse lies still and cold