Of What's To Come by Deeds Of Flesh

Infecting Them With Falsehood

by Deeds Of Flesh· from Of What's To Come

Little do they now me They call me a demon Infecting women with poison To get my hands on their precious money Inviting to my castle All who would be so naive My names are plenty and so are my deeds Donations of anatomical specimens To rid myself of worries My fortress was built weekly To secure my secrecy In my basement Morgue and crematory Acid baths and grinding machines Enter my den and I will peel off your skin Sell your bones And do it again Bring your children Let me kill them Sell your bones And do it again Bring your children Let me kill them My castle is full Time to use the tunnels To sneak on these people That are soon to be history To get my hands on their precious money My fortress was built weekly To secure my secrecy In my basement Morgue and crematory Sell your bones And do it again Bring your children Let me kill them Sell your bones And do it again Bring your children Let me kill them Infecting women with poison Inviting to my castle All who be so naive