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LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT LYRICS
"The Road Leads To Nowhere" (2006)
1. ...And Now The Screaming Starts
2. Forever Dying
3. Such Things Happen
4. Some Like To Bleed
5. Never Seen Again
6. In My Skin
7. In The Name Of The Wolf
1. ...And Now The Screaming Starts
2. Forever Dying
II. FOREVER DYING
Water so dark and dreary, that's where my sweet Mary sleeps; under the ice in winter. I placed my axe in her back. She was so pretty - I had to make her mine. Her white dress stained red. Axe head cased in her ribcage, kicking her twitching corpse in the sea. She is still breathing. The stars are bleeding, dripping her light forever. I should have saved her, kept her bones for fire. Slowly reaching in the water to see how her breath still flows - her hand grabs my wrist tightly; I can see the life light flicker in her eyes like a candle on its wick's last burning ember. Her complexion so pale as if she had seen a ghost, a ghost of her life fading as the water entered her lungs. A gasp and my hand holding nothing as she begins to fall; down deep where cries wonÃ?t echo - below in the depths of hollow. Ruby lips. Blue water. The stars are bleeding, dripping her light forever. I did what I had to do splitting her in two - ceasing with a cry I couldnÃ?t hearÃ?? but it rang through my soul. Knowing what happened inside. Knowing her life below. Her watery tomb-less grave, forever the serpents slave. Ruby lips. Blue water. The stars are bleeding, dripping her light forever. Forever dying. Premature interment in water. Let my axe be your anchor. She rests deep in murder. Montage of sinning smiles flash black - then I see teeth. Sharp ivory glistening - a true dog underneath. A jackal, my baby a jackal.
3. Such Things Happen
III. SUCH THINGS HAPPEN
There they lay dead together, two pigeons in the park in December. Necks ruffled feathers a flurry, tattered wings blanketed across the concrete. As sudden as thunder, a dog barks. The pigeon hangs limp between its teeth. Its eyes fixated upon me, I know it's my Mary's stare. I hear it cry out to me... WHY AM I STILL BREATHING?!?
4. Some Like To Bleed
IV. SOME LIKE TO BLEED
Caw chimes a crow as the sun arose that warm day spilling the light onto her body. Eyes blue as the sky stare open no coin for her soul only death. My holiness, there is much to confess - the way I tore her flesh, oh how she screamed, knowing that she will taste her blood. My dear I whisper softly, like I do my lord almighty - if you want the pain more ghastly just lay down bleeding beside me. The knife slides down your back tracing your spine as you whimper and whine. Flick of my wrist your skin lay ripped. Blood painted blade - taste your life fading. Toasting your glass, tasting your life in my grasp. Your laughs, your cries, should have seen the death in her eye. My lord, bless me for what I've done and grant me when I say let me taste thy blood and pain. Sipping on the vein, praying do thou the same. It opens. Split vein filling a glass of my agony and misery. I see all about me the souls I have tasted, standing, holding up their glasses. Dead - one by one skeletal hands toasting, to all that have felt the ending, to all that are flowing in me, here's to pain. This is what I've always wanted. Endlessly waiting to taste the feeling of my body bleeding. Eyes curled back, scaring flesh unhealed. Some like to bleed. Crucifix wearing, thigh highs-high heels, some like to scream. Come shine down your bleeding light upon me. Some like to bleed.
5. Never Seen Again
V. NEVER SEEN AGAIN
That one September's morning, standing outside my home. Contemplating all my problems, cheating wife, lies and no money. I open the door to the kitchen, slowly stepping to the cupboards. I grab the first knife I see to turn around and see her there. Face to face nose to nose, so close I can feel her breathing, as I lunge the blade into her chest and out 53 times fast. Spilling her blood and crying, this is my last goodbye. Bloody footprints on the carpet trail me as I go upstairs. Hi daddy where's mommy? - Don't be afraid, baby. - Why daddy what have I done? I am scared. I love you. - Shut up. - Feet make fireworks of the gravel as we walk to the building. My hand trembling holding hers, it was dark and inside the same. A man hands me a damp wad of money - no more than 200 dollars. Bound to a bed my daughter they began to have their way with her. I ran. I fled; from this feeling, ever hearing the words they spoke. Now this image stuck in my head, her attached to the bed they said: Take off your clothes now this is going to hurt. Screaming doesn't help but it aids in my fun. Take it from me this is what I enjoy; I want you to play dead like your laying in your fucking grave! My daughter, I sold her. Echoing in my head forever I hear her cries... his words...
6. In My Skin
VI. IN MY SKIN
With a blast of shivering cold I realize that my window is cracked, splitting. Power multiplied by force added to root strength. I shut the window allowing the glass to split from the panes. Hands having no time to react - they slide down the edge, opening the pink outer layer of the flesh, deeply driving on to the top of the bone. The bleached inside fills with red fluid and spill so beautifully from the slits. Red fingerprints are etched onto the broken shards. My veins begin to sting - strongly sticking its way through my blood stabbing its way out my eye - sliding down my face - carving my flesh as the path continues. Crimson fills my eyes as I fall to my knees - spiraling in red I scream it's...
7. In The Name Of The Wolf
VII. IN THE NAME OF THE WOLF
In the name of the wolf, Lupine pride. In the name of the wolf, I wear a skin of hide. Forrest mist coagulation lay around the fallen trees. The death is in the air, the smell of lycanthropy. I change into this form - a form not one of myself. Ravenous, for full moon's in the air. Jugular puncture as I sink my pearly white into your neck. The flesh tears spurting blood. Your eyes roll back white with fright, as I eat your face. Lapping your blood. In the name of the wolf, Lupine pride. In the name of the wolf, the nightÃ?s my bride. In the name of the wolf, I will not die. In the name of the wolf, you are the one to die by me. The trees in the wind sing my song; a howl forever echoing. Be free, but only by fear. Beware, for it's my two eyes that stare between the trees, among the oak. The death I bring breaks your bones like the ground as you fall. Attain life with death.
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