My daddy was a butcher
Where the mist rolled over the cobblestone
My daddy was a butcher
And his blades split flesh to wake the bone
In full moon blue his dual cleavers shine
Then he walked in darkness with slaughter on his mind
My daddy was shadow
And he made the devil light his pipe
And even on his gravestone
His name still bleeds, his laughter ripe
In full moon blue his dual cleavers shine
Then he walked in darkness with evil on his mind
My daddy is a butcher
When the fog rolls over the kirkyard stone
My daddy is a butcher
And his blades split flesh to wake the bone
