Twas The Night Before Crushmas
- Vulvodynia (2014)You are listening to the song Twas The Night Before Crushmas by Vulvodynia, writer by Vulvodynia, Bationmaster, Before The Harvest, The Cake Is A Lie, Cerebus, Cunt Cuntly in album Slashing Through The Snow (Split). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
I see the trust in their eyes whilst dressed in this disguise.
These feeble minded young cattle
Are going too experience Christmas in a new way!
Witness the demise of your family
I take your children in their sleep
Their souls are mine too keep!
Useless cries for help echo as they are dragged into my lair!
Arriving in my bloody sleigh
Slaying your whole family
Burning down your Christmas tree!
Stealing all pubescent seed
Devouring your cookies and milk
Feeding corpses to my reindeer
A pyrotechnic show will see the end of your family
Fry Maggot, Fry Maggot, Fry Maggot, Fry Maggot!
In my lair they lie bound in the thousands
A painted portrait of my agony
In my lair they lie bound in the thousands.
A painted portrait of my agony
I fucking hate this time of year!
It driven me crazy!
Falling into insanity!
I will end the lives of these children and will be named as the demon of Christmas.
Beloved by many who knew my name
The trust in their eyes died
As they realized their inevitable demise at the hands of Saint Nik
I see the trust in their eyes whilst dressed in this disguise.
These feeble minded young cattle
Are going too experience Christmas in a new way!
Witness the demise of your family
I take your children in their sleep
Their souls are mine too keep!
Slowly beheading all the Christian seed I've gathered
Morphing into thee abomination of Christmas
Slowly beheading all the Christian seed I've gathered
Morphing into thee abomination of Christmas.
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