Relatives have gathered at the manor for a prize
Inheritance from their aunts, oh how it does entice
Grandson whom is missing sends a gift so weird

A box of foreign symbols and lettering engraved
To summon ancient demons turning grannies into slaves
Of hell‘s unholy fire they turned into something so feared

I drink your blood, I eat your skin
Says the beast that dwells within
Tiny ladies of old age
Morph into beasts of rage

This is when the grandmas reveal that they are fake
Sitting at the dinner table waiting for the cake
What a gruesome birthday of despair and of grief

Bloodlust makes them want to eat their own grandchild
Smashing skulls and eating flesh, those grannies have gone wild
If you would survive, no one would believe

Rabid Grannies, rabid Grannies
Rabid Grannies, rabid Grannies

Rabid grannies relatives abhor
If you want inheritance, get ready for the gore

I drink your blood, I eat your skin
Says the beast that dwells within
Tiny ladies of old age
Morph into beasts of rage

Rabid Grannies, rabid Grannies
Rabid Grannies, rabid Grannies

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