That bloody december
With throath cutting tools
And the meat that's so tender
A river of plasm
The sheer of orgasm
To stomp over ghouls,
And the sorrow of spasm
That joyness, the plunder
Of lightning and thunder,
Ignorance of fools,
Going down and then under.
Remember, remember
My bloody december
That filled all those bowls
With the meat that's so tender...
