The Fae are people most fine
Beware their food and their wine
They’ll bewitch you with sin
Draw your soul deep within
As you pass over to the Divine

The Fae are people most fine
Beware their food and their wine
They’ll bewitch you with sin
Draw your soul deep within
As you pass over to the Divine

Mash up the bones and the feet
Goblins enjoy their sweet meat
Pluck the eyes from the head
Don’t worry if they’re dead
The spoils will all taste just as sweet
The gun thundered shut on its chamber
The Farmer attempted to wake her
Looking deep in the gun
He tried a dry run
And blew his head into the manger
