M Is for Metal - 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

Written by:
Morrison Nichols

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