Draft

Leave al thought and heart and soul
and carnal paraphernalia with the butcher
He'll strip you naked and make you beautiful
In cadence with your bolvine brothers.

Bite your tongue
spill your own blood for me
pantomime your last thoughts
so i can hear you scream
writhe on the hooks, but you,
you'll never get away from me
bleed for me bleed

(Another tortured soul for my dark army)

The ghouls and goblins
drink heartily from the well.
Sweet heart that's our blood.
Baby doll welcome to Hell.
Oh, Girl your dead, 
Oh, you wish.
I'll make you mine
to the formaldehyde  finish

The corpse leads our campaign.
Her mind and breath are gone.
This siren will sing our song
You lifeless bunch will sing along.

//Draw from the screams,
feed from the sounds.
Draw blood from the hopless,
Feed from the insde out//

Bare your teeth, break bones
but you couldn't lap enough blood
to save yourself from this.
You wouldn't have been damned if you could.