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jólnir
02:45
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seventeen hours of darkness, he's sitting in the gloom
a red hat dangles, limp sad costume
the nobility and distinction of robes long past
a bishop's staff, the tabard, a mitre of white damask
before that, racing across the sky, a man with one eye
storms rage 'round his highborn steed
the wild ride, the raging host against the ghouls fly
with gods, elves, beasts and spirits... frost giants mortified
as the hours of light shrink day on day, and the great evening advances
his doubts begin to eat away, and in dire circumstances
he turns to the dark and the monsters there, to reclaim lost dignity
hans trapp, frau perchta, pere fouettard; a triumvirate of malignity
jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
saint nicholas with coins in socks, and now santa with a sneer
the four swoop down like ravens on a wassailing child amiss
the young boy ambles near to them, "what sight is this?"
soft eyes reflect dark vapour, the hair, the claws, the teeth
his small mouth makes an o and he fails to breathe
the christmas creatures gather near, with sacks and a birch switch
a straw-stuffed sleeve pushes forth the witch
"slit his belly open, dear, i'm hungry for some flesh"
they roast the boy over the fire and they watched him thresh
sinterklaas has made the leap from patron saint to devil
of dante's game, i'm sad to say, he's reached the final level
the four feast upon entrails, drink his sweet blood like red wine
the sacrifice and the yuletide feast in one
jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
saint nicholas with coins in socks, and santa with a leer
the descent of man is sad to see, no matter his cruelty
but these foul demons, it's plain to me, are satan's jewelry
jolnir across the nine realms, father christmas with good cheer
saint nicholas with coins in socks, and now santa's inspiring fear
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o holy nightmare
05:15
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o holy night! the stars are brightly shining
it is the night of our dear savior's tour
long lay the world in sin and error pining
til he appeared and the soul felt its worth
a thrill of fear, the weary soul recoiling,
for yonder breaks a new and callous morn
fall on your knees; o hear the sleighbells ringing
o night divine, o night when he returns
o night, o night divine
led by the light of him cruelly beaming,
with heavy hearts by the hearth we await.
so led by the light of stars cheerlessly gleaming,
carried by caribou who here congregate.
the king of kings, spread proudly in his sled
of all his trials, we cannot comprehend
he knows our needs, to our weakness is no stranger
behold your king; before him lowly bend
behold your king; before him lowly bend
truly he taught us to love of him only; his love is law and his gospel is pain
chains shall he break, if ever we would restrain him
and in his name, o, oppression shall reign
hymns of pleading in desperate chorus raise we
let all within us praise his fearful name
he is the lord; o praise his name forever
his power & glory, evermore proclaim
his power and glory evermore proclaim
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filthy sidewalks, fetid sidewalks
left all covered in gore
bits of hair, bloody teeth and piss puddles
manic laughter, people out there
dealing blow after blow
and on every street corner there are
awful smells (stiffened wounds test their pride)
what the hell (haemorrhaging inside)
it's orgiastic and growing
xanadu
not for you
struggling on in this abyss
strings of hung men, even children
rotting corpses in red
as the insane writhe beneath the drippings
hear the bone crunch, see the kids hunch
underneath all the gloom
and above all this sorrow, your fear
bones like eggshells (what have you done santa claus)
rotting cells (are everywhere because)
it's liquid death obliteration
decomposed (take a look at the sky)
thrombosed (just before you die)
carcases litter the lane
silver bells (for whom do they toll?)
silver bells (crack of dawn, all is gone)
nothing is left but decay
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