Ha ha
Ha ha
Ha ha
Ha ha
blizzard blows through a broken village
The kind that usually get rape and pillage
In the middle of the square a broken girl
With a broken heart from a broken world
Orphaned at birth from a worthless wench
Street urchin searching through the filth and stench
Raped at 13, violently
Managed to vanish, silently
With child in the wild if the wolves don't kill her
life of foe when the cold did fill her
Never named the creature didn't speak the sin
To desecrate the pure and let the beast within.
In the shrieking wind even the screams are stolen
From a body scarred, [bad word] and swollen
Losing much blood just straight from the worth
The wolves are near they don't fear the cure
Release her from this blasphemy and give her peace
Give her son his place to embrace the beasts
Anger and agony forced out the pain
There goes the pain, [bad word] the pain
Ah [bad word]  [bad word] 

Twelve years on from the deadly dawn
When the woodsman found her contorted form
Signs of the birth no sign of the born
Umbilical cord torn to free the spawn
Two years on when his wife will give birth
To a son that's now spent ten years on earth
In the family haven at the woods and the most
The guests and the hosts
To the beasts and the ghosts
Angry hordes raid the timber maze
Shot gun [bad word]  torch ablaze
The growling rain till they howled in pain
So nobody cried wolf again
Woodman grabs his axe in vain
Face the insane with guns and gets slain
Wife's a witness can't remain
Child holds his breath in deaths domain
Grabbed by a figure no bigger than he is
Fled from the dead and led through the trees
 [bad word] of fear, hate and grief
To be played by the plague, the claws and the teeth

Oh, yeah.
Mr Wolf.
Mr Wolf.

Beware the moon and it tells a lure
Stick to the path and keep off the moor
In fact don't embark at all after dark
Arm yourselves and barricade your door
From the darkest depths of the woods concealment
Feel the will to kill but never feel the fulfilment
Silence of the lamb
The beef and the ham
The man made the mutalist, the mutilated man
Damnation
For your information
If you wasn't on the list you get a lateral laceration
Cuts and scratches
Tears them to shreds
And all the severed limbs and decapitated heads
The sounds of the axeman attacks makes tracks
When another skull cracks
When it hacks it backs
Just love it
Ever since the very first minage
The first incision
The spurt and the spillage
From the first moment when fate was rearranged
When innocent boys [bad word] demented and deranged
You felt the wolf turn licking up your mind
Now we'll leave it to the woodsman to cut through crime.