Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha A blizzard blows through a broken village The kind that usually get rape and pillage In the middle of the square a broken girl With a broken heart from a broken world Orphaned at birth from a worthless wench Street urchin searching through the filth and stench Raped at 13, violently Managed to vanish, silently With child in the wild if the wolves don't kill her A life of foe when the cold did fill her Never named the creature didn't speak the sin To desecrate the pure and let the beast within. In the shrieking wind even the screams are stolen From a body scarred, bruised and swollen Losing much blood just straight from the worth The wolves are near they don't fear the cure Release her from this blasphemy and give her peace Give her son his place to embrace the beasts Anger and agony forced out the pain There goes the pain, here comes the pain Ah shit Shit
Twelve years on from the deadly dawn When the woodsman found her contorted form Signs of the birth no sign of the born Umbilical cord torn to free the spawn Two years on when his wife will give birth To a son that's now spent ten years on earth In the family haven at the woods and the most The guests and the hosts To the beasts and the ghosts Angry hordes raid the timber maze Shot gun cocked, torch ablaze The growling rain till they howled in pain So nobody cried wolf again Woodman grabs his axe in vain Face the insane with guns and gets slain Wife's a witness can't remain Child holds his breath in deaths domain Grabbed by a figure no bigger than he is Fled from the dead and led through the trees Instruments of fear, hate and grief To be played by the plague, the claws and the teeth
Oh, yeah. Mr Wolf. Mr Wolf.
Beware the moon and it tells a lure Stick to the path and keep off the moor In fact don't embark at all after dark Arm yourselves and barricade your door From the darkest depths of the woods concealment Feel the will to kill but never feel the fulfilment Silence of the lamb The beef and the ham The man made the mutalist, the mutilated man Damnation For your information If you wasn't on the list you get a lateral laceration Cuts and scratches Tears them to shreds And all the severed limbs and decapitated heads The sounds of the axeman attacks makes tracks When another skull cracks When it hacks it backs Just love it Ever since the very first minage The first incision The spurt and the spillage From the first moment when fate was rearranged When innocent boys become demented and deranged You felt the wolf turn licking up your mind Now we'll leave it to the woodsman to cut through crime.