Twas the morning of Christmas,
and all through the hall
No shouts of glee,
no nothing at all
Up out of bed,
make my way to the tree
But to my surprise,
what did I see....

They're dead!
I'm only left to mourn
The bodies piled underneath the tree,
where presents should be
No life!
Decapitated each one
Heads rotting in a box laid out for me,
what a tragedy

Christmas colors everywhere,
green and red with red to spare
Try as I might to take it all in,
I just don't know where to begin
The arm on the mantle belonged to my brother,
my sister's foot used as a stocking stuffer
Down below the flames grow higher,
my mother's head feeding the fire
If only father could joke and laugh,
but woe is me he's cut in half
The mental trauma driven to madness,
no more tears forego the sadness
I head to the kitchen reach for a knife,
this massacre must be paid with life
Ready to act head for the door,
didn't know what I had in store....

I'm dead!
On a blood soaked floor
Rage blinding me to the one I could not see,
he’s killing me
But now!
There will be no revenge
Forcing me to take my last breath,
and meet my death

My story doesn't end inside the hearse,
I get buried and it gets worse
Brought down by the Devil for my last deed,
so I begged "Justice is all I need!"
Lucifer laughed and banished me,
to the depths of Hell for eternity
Stabbed and gutted and raped and maimed,
for thoughts in my head that couldn't be tamed
Was it Satan himself I met that day,
or a man who'd found insanity
My mind still wonders but I don't know,
these flames... the pain... ooohh!
Over and over I see his face,
the memory I cannot erase
If only this were just a dream,
but only I am left to scream....

They're dead!

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