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It’s that time, get ready

Clean that axe, so bloody

I don my suit and beard

My presence is so feared

You’re on the fucking naughty list

Kill kill kill them all

I have no preference

Watch them all fall

Naughty or nice

I don’t think twice

Blade or pistol

Blood spattered minstrels

Her head is turning

Her stomach churning

Her parents are burning

My festive yearning

Her head is turning

Her stomach churning

Her parents are burning

My festive yearning

Festive green and reds

Tinsel in the night

Hammer to the head

So she cannot fight

She will see the light…