Grinder of Fools Lyrics


The fearsome sight of a man possessed

Swinging a chain of shrunken heads

Sharpener of ribs - eater of toes - swallower of eyes

Your feet are smashed

With a sickening clamor

Ran through with a spear

Unceremoniously hacked

The axe has swung - the heads will fall

Grinder of fools

The fitting of the glove

The mounting of the gauntlet

An axehandle, notched with many tales to tell

Negation of your worldly existence

Reduced to meat, meat for dogs

Cleaver of scalps... grinder of fools