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KRAMPUS EVE
On the Eve of Krampus come
Unholy spirits giveith delirium
Hell hath no fury like a nightmare
Born of parental torture and scorn
O, how the wind rips through the trees
Tearing twinkling stars from skies
Death comes in festive caskets grief
And regret whimper but never die
In a flash of crimson and snow
Carollers crawling from below
When his bag of gifts spill open
Merry Krampus because heads will roll
Diabolical wishes
Uttered in whispered cursed incantations
Letters tattooed on human vellum
Have plucked his blackened heartstrings
O, how he's come home to slay
On a sleigh made of butchered bones
Draped habiliments of the grave
Celebrating doom with Krampus songs
In a flash of crimson and snow
Carollers crawling from below
When his bag of gifts spill open
Merry Krampus because heads will roll
Cold is the snow as the lights goes out
The fire flutters as you shudder
You will pay your trespasses
The stripping of skin as screaming begins
Said the night wind to the little lamb:
Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky, little lamb
BECAUSE IT IS TIME TO BLEED
On this night
Live to gift
Winter skies
Love to kill
He will come
When you sleep
Spill the blood
Live to kill
In a flash of crimson and snow
Carollers crawling from below
When his bag of gifts spill open
Merry Krampus because heads will roll
Unholy spirits giveith delirium
Hell hath no fury like a nightmare
Born of parental torture and scorn
O, how the wind rips through the trees
Tearing twinkling stars from skies
Death comes in festive caskets grief
And regret whimper but never die
In a flash of crimson and snow
Carollers crawling from below
When his bag of gifts spill open
Merry Krampus because heads will roll
Diabolical wishes
Uttered in whispered cursed incantations
Letters tattooed on human vellum
Have plucked his blackened heartstrings
O, how he's come home to slay
On a sleigh made of butchered bones
Draped habiliments of the grave
Celebrating doom with Krampus songs
In a flash of crimson and snow
Carollers crawling from below
When his bag of gifts spill open
Merry Krampus because heads will roll
Cold is the snow as the lights goes out
The fire flutters as you shudder
You will pay your trespasses
The stripping of skin as screaming begins
Said the night wind to the little lamb:
Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky, little lamb
BECAUSE IT IS TIME TO BLEED
On this night
Live to gift
Winter skies
Love to kill
He will come
When you sleep
Spill the blood
Live to kill
In a flash of crimson and snow
Carollers crawling from below
When his bag of gifts spill open
Merry Krampus because heads will roll
Published 25th Dec 2021
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©2021 Frank Green
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25th Dec 2021 3:08am
I just learned of this nasty guy this year. What a nightmare for the kids.
