Silent Night Lyrics

The man with the beard
He brings me fear
Not joy like he brings to the others
I watched my parents
Die at his hand
Tonight he's going to take another
Christmas eve
A night of bliss
But not for those who have been naughty
Your punishment
Violent it is
Tonight I start stacking the bodies

Home to home
Butcher the bad
Spare the good
Yuletide body bags

Death to all
The naughty ones
I put an end
To their sick fun
No gifts for you
Under the tree
The last thing you
Will see is me

Leaving the bodies
Trailing to the
Orphanage where
I was abused
A cheerful time
Riddled with fear
The naughty ones
Your end is near