Badlees

Moon of Mons

Can you hear the screams

feeble, weak and asphyxiated

Lurid blade keeps grinding bones



In the grimy darkness

Near the River Hate

and the Path of Worry



Stream of sadness

As the haunted soul

Unearth the madness



Bowels of murder

Sweep the River Hate

And the Path of Worry



Stream of sadness

Obsessed, He will kill again



Butcher of Mons

Butcher of Mons

Savage mad lures the whores

To cut away with pain

Repetition, Past bears the same