Antichristmas, by Mistwalker

Antichristmas

by Mistwalker

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1.	Antichristmas 05:26	lyrics	buy track
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]
2.	Abominable 04:58	lyrics	buy track
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
3.	Lumps of Coal 07:45	lyrics	buy track
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
4.	The Most Horrible Time of the Year 03:01	lyrics	buy track
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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A blessed offering for you on this cursed holiday.

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released December 25, 2022

Greg Ravengrave - All Instruments, Lyrics
Vocals recorded by Aaron Powell
"The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" originally by Andy Williams

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Mistwalker Glovertown, Newfoundland and Labrador

Blackened heavy metal originally from Glovertown, Newfoundland. Our live band is based in Montreal. Black thrash 'til death! MPDS for life!

All music is written and recorded by Greg Ravengrave unless otherwise specified.

Live band:

Greg Ravengrave - Vocals, Drums

Erin Faithless - Bass, Backing Vocals

Bobby Warlock - Guitars, Backing Vocals ... more