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Antichristmas
05:26
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Another cursed solstice celebration
Taking over every heart and mind
Filling the coffers of vile men
Enslaving the poor while they sip on wine
I abhor the consumerist nature
That has usurped the end of every year
And so I call upon my secret weapon
A sacred demon so grim and pure
This is the end of a tradition
I stick a dagger into its spine
This is my most unholy sedition
Satan, won't you give me a sign
Blessed be these old pagan origins
For they are not what they used to be
Perverted by the foul Christians
Converted by the ancient Roman priests
This was once a time of merriment
But the age is dead and gone
We must destroy this miserable occasion
And let the new one dawn
This is the end of a tradition
I stick a dagger into its spine
This is my most unholy sedition
Satan, won't you give me a sign
Ough
Antichristmas
Antichristmas
Antichristmas
Antichristmas
Ough
[Solo]
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Abominable
04:58
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Ancient creature
Lumbering through valleys and peaks
Coated in white fur
On humans it feasts
Smell the blood of Christian men
Attack and break their bones
Suck the blood and lap the marrow
Consumed now they're all gone
Majestic hominid
Related to our species?
Nobody knows for certain
He escapes between the trees
This yeti mighty roams
Across river and fjord
Unbothered by the modern world
Lives life by his own accord
Abominable
Abominable
Abominable
Abominable
Once again he thirsts for flesh
Smelling the Cro-Magnon scent
Relic from prehistory
Nobody knows where he went
Still he survives the wood
Living by his own means
Primitive in his lifestyle
Fighting bears, eating berries
They call him Fossegrim
They call him Sasquatch
They call him Bigfoot
And he evades our careful watch
We may try to capture him
But always we are to fail
Evidence cannot be found
But the proof must prevail
Abominable
Abominable
Abominable
Abominable
There he is, see him run
In the woods, grab your gun
Take your aim, take the shot
Kill the thing, let him rot
Oh my lord, he's alive
The bullets, he's survived
Now we watch, him escape
Had our chance, now it's too late
Ugh
Tried to kill me?
Now I strike back
You will all die
I am on the attack
In my neck of the woods
It's the law of the land
Never transgress against
The abominable snowman
Ooh
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Lumps of Coal
07:45
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I haven't been good this year
I've committed misdeeds
I've blasphemed against the Lord
Been down on my knees
Been a slut for Satan
Gave the finger to God
Fucked up and I know it's unkind
But I never claimed to not be flawed
Lumps of coal in my stocking
Nothing for me on Christmas Eve
Lumps of coal in my stocking
For being true to me
I've been a lousy drunkard
Been high on weed and speed
Living life to the fullest
Ignoring all of society's pleas
I never cared for Santa
I always thought that Jesus was lame
Everything that I ever needed in life
Came out of Hell anyways
Lumps of coal
Lumps of coal
Lumps of coal
Lumps of coal
Ah
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It's the most horrible time of the year
It's the most horrible time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you
Be of good cheer
It's the most horrible time of the year
It's the most horrible time of the year
With those holiday greetings
And gay happy meetings
Please give me a beer
It's the most horrible time of the year
There'll be parties for hosting
And frigid winds blowing
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
I sure hope they're gory
With lots of blood in the snow
It's the most horrible time of the year
It's the most horrible time of the year
It's the most horrible time of the year
It's the most horrible time of the year
If there'll be mistletoeing
Then I sure hope there's blowing
Come and suck my flesh spear
It's the most unbearable time of the year
It's the most horrible time of the year
I need lots of sex and booze
If I'm going to make it through
This cursed annual drear
It's the most horrible time of the year
Oough
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Mistwalker Glovertown, Newfoundland and Labrador
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