A little ditty about the necrophiliac mother who has her unborn child stripped from her. Satan revives said stillborn and sends him to wreak revenge on those who comitted the attrocity.
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March 24, 2007
Story behind the song
A little ditty about the necrophiliac mother who has her unborn child stripped from her. Satan revives said stillborn and sends him t wreak revenge on those who comitted the attrocity.
Th title came first courtesy of Danevil Parker, pissed up in the brewer one night. The concept and song took off from there.
The Horsedrawn Miscarriage
Hark and hear all, for I have a sad tale to tell.
Once upon a time not so long ago
A punishment! A punishment! For a mother most foul;
Impregnanted by seed of a dead corpse
Brought forth the child of satan himself...
Act one: The Profanity
In an age of crass Christianity, the damned grew fat on followers of insanity
All powerful idiots showed us that god was good.
In the plight of this one mourning soul chose to go beyond the grave in the name of love
For a treasured husband, lustful necrophilia did ensue...
None knew of the illicit liaison until it emerged that was far gone with child was she
The mother of Damien decried as the satanic whore.
Too far gone to terminate the abomination
Desecration of the simple faith was cried
Act Two: The Damnation
Priests on high decide to inflict a torture on this scourge of their faith
For “cohorting with the dead” is deadly sin say they
Only one course of action to redeem their holiness;
Take back the life of the shamed
Sharpen the saw. Boil up the holy water to remove the earthly stain
Evil intent leaching from every pore
Greivously, they took the unborn child’s most precious gift of life
Surgically taken from outside the womb
Stillborn of the highest calibre
Limbs all hacked and mangled
Face of an angel stripped of fibre;
Reins and tack bodily entangled
Suffer at the feet of the righteous few
A torture highly sublime
A Horsedrawn Miscarriage
That messes with the mind
Act three: The Madness Intense
The question still remained: What of the mother, the unholy whore?
Drowned to within an inch of her life,
Paraded through the cloisters, her head on a spike for all to see
Then came the greatest sacrilege of them all,
A public show of monastic power, controlling the mass with fear
Chained on the back of a stallion, the dead man's issue dragged through the town
Rendered fleshless by the abrasive floor
Act four: Stillborn Sacrificial Display
In search of a suitable revenge for those who would punish the innocent
The soul of the unborn sought revenge from below
For a faith it never embraced!
Act five: Revenge of the Damned
Forget trial by fire,
forget trial by water
Broken by the hand of man;
A Sinless angel cursed forever
To rot in hell
Shall bring forth the downfall of the most unholy righteous few
Evermore let ring an eternal death knell!
Each rotten monk suffered the same painful fate, a scourge upon their bones
For the murderers now salvation was gone
In the new age of intelligence, satire and caustic wit
The priest and clergy kind covered in holy shit.