Beasties Sings Those Songs of Wicked Things

Beasties Sings Those Songs

of Wicked Things

 

On tattered wings we floats and flies,

high, high, up in stormy skies

we sings of heaven’s pearly things

as we brings our bows and slings

 

on ocean clouds we skims and drifts

flopping and flapping on our backs

paddling our wings on vaporous strings

as we adapts to heavens traps

 

Bewares! Bewares! Of the Knights of Lights

they bites and they fights with spiked fangs and pikes

no mercies will they shows as they nibbles and gnaws at our toes

while stinking the air with their holy farts and ripping out our blackish hearts

 

never, never, will we beasties retreats

or allows and accepts any types of defeats

 

beastie, beastie

time to feastie

eat, eat, eat,

and savor

that sweet and succulent

Angel

Meat