MystyrMystyry
04-11-2011, 10:54 AM
Gobble! Gobble! Slurp! Slurp!
Dinnertime
or
Suppertime
Time to Feast!
Summoned from my Sleep of Death
I Search Through the Fluorescent Black
As my Dead Eyes once again don't open
My Lids Sewn Shut with String - Alack!
Torture Beyond This World my Sin
Crawling out from my Muddy Grave
Tainted by the Blood of Yesternight
I Scumble toward the Cave
My Masters Guide me on
Twisting the Limbs of my Effigy
Beneath this Foul Blood Moon
And I Cannot but Obey
Leave me be, my Crumbling Bones!
But my Throat is Rotten Through
No Voice Forthcoming from my Mouth
Nor Breath, nor Spit, no Teeth to Chew
Twelve more Virgins They Demand
Before my Debt is Paid by Lore
Then I may Sleep for Once and All
And my Dead Heart Beat No More
Driven by the Pulse of Their Voodoo Drums
I am Allowed One Treat
The Fresh Brains of Every Sacrifice
Are Mine Alone to Eat
The Maid Sings Beneath the Moonlight
And I Must Strike in Quiet
Not Be Seen Beforehand
Unless We Begin a Riot
For a Maiden's Scream is Shrill Indeed
Villager's Tools Sharp - and Pierce
I am Mere Rot-Flesh and Maggots -
They'd Damage me Something Fierce
I'll Spend No Half-Dead Eternity in Bits
But Fortunately I'm a Professional Snatch
And Stuffing my Hand into Her Mouth
Her Tongue my Fingers Latch
If a Troubador I Appear Not To Be
It's not my Fault the Refrains
Always End the Identical Same:
Brains
Brains!
BRAINS!
BRAINS!
BRAINS!
BRAINS!
.
Dinnertime
or
Suppertime
Time to Feast!
Summoned from my Sleep of Death
I Search Through the Fluorescent Black
As my Dead Eyes once again don't open
My Lids Sewn Shut with String - Alack!
Torture Beyond This World my Sin
Crawling out from my Muddy Grave
Tainted by the Blood of Yesternight
I Scumble toward the Cave
My Masters Guide me on
Twisting the Limbs of my Effigy
Beneath this Foul Blood Moon
And I Cannot but Obey
Leave me be, my Crumbling Bones!
But my Throat is Rotten Through
No Voice Forthcoming from my Mouth
Nor Breath, nor Spit, no Teeth to Chew
Twelve more Virgins They Demand
Before my Debt is Paid by Lore
Then I may Sleep for Once and All
And my Dead Heart Beat No More
Driven by the Pulse of Their Voodoo Drums
I am Allowed One Treat
The Fresh Brains of Every Sacrifice
Are Mine Alone to Eat
The Maid Sings Beneath the Moonlight
And I Must Strike in Quiet
Not Be Seen Beforehand
Unless We Begin a Riot
For a Maiden's Scream is Shrill Indeed
Villager's Tools Sharp - and Pierce
I am Mere Rot-Flesh and Maggots -
They'd Damage me Something Fierce
I'll Spend No Half-Dead Eternity in Bits
But Fortunately I'm a Professional Snatch
And Stuffing my Hand into Her Mouth
Her Tongue my Fingers Latch
If a Troubador I Appear Not To Be
It's not my Fault the Refrains
Always End the Identical Same:
Brains
Brains!
BRAINS!
BRAINS!
BRAINS!
BRAINS!
.