Mort the Butcher

Born eyes wide and he's frozen in fear Hide in the cabinet when father is near Sadistic torture Lest he slip Soon he'll crave the nails of the Master's grip Out comes vomit, eat it up Cook the tongue, let nothing go to waste Kill for Him Beelzebub God of shadows, son of perdition The Butcher Into the grinder you go The Butcher He loves the children the most The Butcher Sodomy and Mutilation The Butcher Now a man, he's perfected his art Luring children off the street to start Stripped and gagged Tied to a post He cuts off the tender parts fit for a roast Push the needles in Cleansing of the sin Faithless witness cry Body Sacrifice You go INTO THE GRINDER