Morbid Brain

Morbid Brain
The hooded madman lives,
Bestial carnage ensues his horse,
Filthy-mongy-brain dribbles with insanity.
Hatchet in hand, the lunatic giggles.
The horror-monger destroys people.
Oh, how he hated the midgets in the village.
Rejected for his petty crimes,
The bastards will die, oh yes.
The midget-children will suffer first,
Then the midget-whores.
(Bitches are born from chemical accidents.)
Reeking of urine, the madman comes.
"Oh yes! I want to hear screams!
Children strewn about, Yes!
Limbs are missing, hair burnt from scalp, (Oh Yes!)
Oh, this is good! Death to yis all!
I'll burn yis all, Yes!
My brain is twisted."