Little Boy, Scream letra

Little Boy, Scream
The Bishops arrive, a fanfare of horns.
Brandishing kourbashes
To knout the little prick.
This contest is inevitable: boy can't win.
Invented by the Mental Mongrels.
Huntsmen in their hauberks,
Shivering boy in rags, his feet shackled
With pig-irons.
Horn blows, contest begins,
Boy does not get very far.
Head numbed with blows,
Mace patterns his face.
Handsome? No.
The winners guffaw, and retire for rape
Before the next contest begins.

Ogre (Irl) - Letras

• Awkward Chimes
• Banquet of the Pigs
• Beast from the Dungeon
• Consult the Midget
• Dark Robed Preacher
• Drowning Twit
• Filthy Old Man
• Grind Crusher
• Inbred Bishop, The Son of the Horse
• Leg Cutter
• Little Boy, Scream
• March to Haitus
• Minge Mites
• Morbid Brain
• Moxy Trollop
• Peasant Kill
• Pillage the Altar
• Valley of the Carcai