He will arise with the moonlight
Sunken eyes and rows of ready teeth
He stokes the fire, the flames do grow higher
All the while preparing for his feast
He throws the baby in the stove
He throws the baby in the stove
He throws the baby in the stove
He will arise with the moonlight
Sunken eyes and rows of ready teeth
He stokes the fire, the flames do grow higher
All the while preparing for his feast
He throws the baby in the stove
He throws the baby in the stove
He throws the baby in the stove