Christmas in Hell

Burn the devil in the fires of hell,

As he tortures mankind with his murderous spell,

With withered skin from their bodies on fire,

As they beg for forgiveness of lust and desire.

Bring me the devil, upon his dead throne,

So he can revel, while he breaks every bone.

And twists them until there’s unbearable pain,

Rips your soul apart and your bleeding blue veins.

And crushes your skull until it is flat,

And memory of life can never come back.

Misery and pain will take over mind,

As blood it does stain immoral in time.

He’ll laugh at your tears as you beg and you weep,

For mercy from him, as he makes you but meek.

Give him your tears, so he can sip on your soul,

Tell him your fears so he can make them be full.

He gives you nothing but pain, and death and decay,

As your body lies burned eternally a day.

A second you get to rest your weary dreams,

As reality slips and suffering fiends.

He’ll cut out your throat, until you but choke,

Every drop of red blood, from your neck now but broke.

And cut off your ears, so secrets you hear,

To wake up the dead, until he is fed.

The fire it will stoke and burn till your dead,

U then you will wake and go trough it again.