'Looking for a well-built 18 to 30-year-old
to be slaughtered'
The Master Butcher
Today I will meet a gentleman
He likes me so much he could eat me up
Soft parts and even hard ones
are on the menu
Because you are what you eat
and you know what it is
It is my part -- no
My part -- no
There that's my part -- no
My part -- no
The dull blade good and proper
I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick
Although I have to fight to stay awake
I keep eating while in convulsions
It's just so well seasoned
and so nicely flambéed
and so lovingly served on porcelain
And with it, a good wine
and gentle candlelight
Yeah I'll take my time
You've got to have some culture
Because you are what you eat
and you know what it is
It is my part -- no
My part -- no
Because that's my part -- no
Yes it's my part -- no
A cry will ascend to heaven
It will cut through hosts of angels
Feather-flesh will shriekingly fall
from the top of the clouds onto my childhood
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A small person just pretends to die
It wanted to be completely alone
The small heart stood still for hours
So they declared it dead
It is buried in wet sand
With a music box in its hand
The first snow that covered the grave
Woke the child very gently
In a cold winter night
The small heart is awakened
As the frost flew into the child
It wound up the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave
Up down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat any longer
And the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
Hears the cries in the night
And no angel climbs down
Only the rain cries at the grave
Between hard oak boards
It will play with the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
Up down, rider
My heart does not beat any longer
On Totensonntag they heard this
Melody from God's field
Then they unearthed it
They saved the small heart in the child
Up down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat any longer
And the child sings on the ground
Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave
Category: Music
♪ This is this cat. ♪
♪ This is is cat. ♪
♪ This is how cat. ♪
♪ This is to cat. ♪
♪ This is keep cat. ♪
♪ This is a cat. ♪
♪ This is dumbass cat. ♪
♪ This is busy cat. ♪
♪ This is for cat. ♪
♪ This is forty cat. ♪
♪ This is seconds cat. ♪
Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top down and I betcha you can't resist passing it on!
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