In tender womb grows wretched creature
Born of crooked frame and twisted features
Festered wounds and boiled sores
Marked pocked face and oozing pores
A smile long of tooth and grim
And voice that sang of satan's hymns

We hid away from light of day
Turned t'wards sky on knees to pray
That neighbors, town, would never know
Of wicked foe that brought such woe
Til' days turned weeks, months, then years
Mind ailments gave peace from fears

Then parents died and time went fast
Home to sell, small estate amassed
Sordid folks came to witness sale
And found hidden room of our tale
Thoughts of treasure fueled opening door
But only fear and pain fate had in store

Ravenous hunger, blooded thirst to sate
Rendered flesh and face to mutilate
One last breath, then off to unity
And now it's know throughout community
The house down the path is best ignored
Unless you're ready to meet your lord