Letras
My lord no give me another chance
Let me prove that gristle is the best
My lord please don't send me away
One more chance is all that it will take
I must prepare such a succulent meal
One to bring me back in your good grace
I began my search in the village
Below
As i sneak in at the dead of night
My grubby little paws are quivering
At the thought of blood
When i am done its almost artful
The blood and viscera
Draped along like tinsel
Oh i must not forget to set the table
Catch you by surprise
In the back of the head
You awaken live sometime after i began
This is my time to prove them wrong
It is possible
You will become my masterpiece
Such sweet and succulent meat
You will feed my lord
In this festive feast
The goblin horde
Will eat good tonight
Incoherent goblin noise
Oh my i like the sound of the squelching
Your screams are a melody of pleasure
As i claw around in your insides
My lord my liege
I offer the
Ripping tearing
Gnawing gashing
Stretching pulling
Skinning slashing
Peeling grasping
Clawing Bashing
Scraping gnashing
Screaming thrashing
Ripping and tearing
Gnawing gashing
Stretching pulling
Skinning slashing
Peeling grasping
Clawing Bashing
Scraping gnashing
Screaming thrashing
Bound
To serve
Master
Goblin gourmet
Soak your troubles away
As i condemn you to the stew
Now wriggle and writhe
As you're boiled alive
Boiled Alive
Flesh melting gives such wonderful fumes
Fires alight