1. ONCE UPON A TIME

(Instrumental)


2. THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Once upon a time, there stood a house of ill fame
A drug property associated with violence and crime
There lived a family in despair, sorrow and tragedy

Father was a drinker and a goddamn fiend,
A sadistic motherfucker
Who could not keep his hands off his own kin
His soul was meant for the devil,
It was rotten from within...
After all these years of sin.

Mother was a skeleton whore,
Fucked up on heroin wine and pills
Whatever she could score more more more!
Her black circled eyes were simply empty
Her body was bruised and scarred
Oh, life was hard!

And if her sick alcoholic husband had a temper
He would beat up his wife.
One time he took a knife and stabbed her twice.
No! Not deep enough-for she survived!
Once their marriage,
An enchantment of love and trust.

Hopes and dreams became nightmares of shame,
Abuse and disgust,
Assault, assault!
Domestic violence!
Family battery!
Rape, violence, violence, violence, violence!
Assault, assault!
Abuse, abuse, domestic violence!
Assault, assault!

Once upon a time
They were blessed with two children
A boy and a girl
Now by the age of twelve and nine
Traumatized and neglected
In a household of blood, tears and wine!

This night, father became a completely insane
The children awoke by a horrible tumult
From downstairs, sounds of screaming, breaking glass and the throwing of chairs
But the children fell asleep again
And the girl had a disturbing dream:

A stifling feeling of a hand covering her mouth,
A smell of alcohol all around.
She doesn't understand and cannot defend herself
When will this suffocating dream end?
Finally! She is able to breathe

But when her bastard father shut the door behind him
She realized:
This nightmare was no dream! No dream!


3. WHEN CROWS TICK ON WINDOWS

Three quite calm nights went by
Merely the silence before a new tempest arrived
All hell breaks loose on night four
The children can now hear how father is whipping their Squealing mother
With his leather belt while she falls to the floor
The fear and tension is rising by the day
The boy falls asleep but his sister is kept awake
By having serious thoughts for the two of them to escape
Tick-tack! It's time to go!
For there's a crow Tick! Tack Ticking on her window
She has no explanation why she has a terrible feeling
Rhat someone is going to die
Next morning they leave everything behind
They bring some clothes,water and bread
They run with fear
But without hesitation and regret,
Without looking back

Darkness has fallen
Two children are afraid and lost in the night
They walk on an old road when a car appears
And they're too slow to hide
Goddamn! He found them!
Goddamn! He found them!
Goddamn! He found them
His eyes glow like those of SATAN himself!
He's cursing, pounding,screaming!
Throws his son into the car
Hits his little daughter so hard!
Tell me the truth I know this was you
But no more, little whore

I'll punish you like I've never done before
Goddamn! Goddamn!
His eyes glow like those of SATAN himself!
They get beaten,locked up and mistreated
There's no place like home!

And she opens her eyes after another brutal night
Weeping wind whining hopeless tones
And there's no sunshine,it's still dark outside
The living room is trashed
There are bloodstains and pieces of glass everywhere
Father still passed out on the couch
Where's mother?
And why is there water dripping down the stairs?

She walks up the staircase and sees her little brother
Holding on to the doorpost of the bathroom,
As if he had just seen a ghost
His body is frozen, eyes wide open
He does not react to her voice
What's wrong? A tear rolls down his pale face
And then!
The sight of their dead mother,
floating in light red water flowing from the bathtub
She had left the water faucet open,
Taken an overdose of pills and slit both her wrists
No! She is dead! She is dead! Mother is dead!
No! Mama, why? Oh mother,goodbye
Mommy, why? Oh mother,goodbye
When crows tick on windows
Oh, when crows tick on windows


4. TWO FLIES FLEW INTO A BLACK SUGAR COBWEB

They have to go
Get out of the house!
Get out of the house!
Leave! Right now!

They need help!
But no soul seems to be around

Ghastly are the calls of some black crows shrieking outside
As if these creatures sense
The fact that someone inside just died

Traumatized and shocked!
With trembling hands the girl grabs a piece of pie, a bottle of water,
A knife for protection and throws all that in a plastic bag

Run!

The monster is still asleep
And his two children run fast while they weep

Driven by an intense anxiety
The second escape to safety
They will never forget such a devastating sight
The image of their mother's successful suicide

They definitely learnt the hard way from their mistake
There's another path through the woods they now will take

The children are tired and afraid
They went astray from the only path
They are now lost in the cold depths of these baleful woods
The dark is getting thicker and thicker
Oh come little brother, we must seek shelter now
We will wait until the next day
At dawn we will find the way

Oh thank god, daylight!
It was a most frightening and dreary night
The sun smiles friendly down upon this place
It lights a path out of this maze

The forest is now behind them
And the city has been found
Though their attention gets drawn
To a small weather-worn playground

Hungry
Thirsty
Such an exhausting journey
Catching their breaths
On a scratched bench
Next to a rusty slide
Here hangs a filthy stench
They hear a squeaking sound
And someone suddenly begins to sing

Ha-haha-haha-haha-ha

A man dressed up as a clown, singing songs on the swing

His face seems friendly but also kind of sick
And ta-da!
He makes their sorrows shortly disappear
By performing a magic trick

Oh, children,
There is a house built of gingerbread
Covered with cakes and a thousand sweets
It is mine
Follow me
You will see
You can eat
You'll be warm
You'll be just fine

He conjures up two candies
They look sweet but are somehow tasteless
They become drowsy
In the back of the car
And then they lose their consciousness
They lose their consciousness

Children, there is no house built of gingerbread ahead
My sweetest lies all lead towards a bitter place instead
But one thing I promise you is true
No one will ever find you


5. DREAMING OF A NIGHTMARE IN EDEN

Neither white pebble-stones
Nor crumbs of bread were left as a trail
For them to be led along crooked old trees
Looking like twisted shapes of the dead
Then they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough
It flew away and they followed it
Until it alighted on the roof of a little house,
Constructed of gingerbread and confectionery
So heavenly!
They began to eat
Then a soft voice cried from the parlour:
"Nibble, nibble, grawn,
Is it a mouse nibbling at my little house?"
And the children answered:
"It's the wind,the heaven-born wind, "
And went on eating without disturbing themselves

It was as if the house moved,
And in that moment,
The little white bird on the rooftop made a horrible shriek,
Instead a black crow flew away over the trees
Gretel dropped the cake she held
She fell down on her knees,
Began to cough up blood and threw up her delicious meal
She couldn't breathe
Chocking and chewing on the guts
Spewing from her mouth
Gretel bled from eyes and her ears and her nose
She was bleeding like a pig
Until she dropped dead!
The skies turned red instantly
While the candy cottage
Transformed into a huge festering ulcer
The stench of old blood and black pus
Mmm
Sugar and cake turned into decomposed flesh
Crawling with flies, maggots and snakes
This process of decay seemed quickly to spread
It crawled over life and left it for dead
Hansel took a few steps back
He decided to turn around,to run away and then
He looked straight into the face of a witch
She whispered a spell,crafted in hell:
"Nibble, nibble, graw
Hansel! I will eat your lifeless flesh
Still warm but raw"


6. POSSESSED BY A CRAFT OF WITCHERY

Abducted by another freak of society
Two little pigs are snatched by the wolf
In this stone-cold reality
Temped by the serpent in disguise
Poisoned by forbidden sweets
in a promised paradise,
built of lies

They are taken
Their hands tied to their backs
Their mouths taped shut
They awake in a concrete chamber
Stones instead of gingerbread
Two flies flew into a black sugar cobweb
By the scum of our own kind
This treacherous web has been spun
Numbered by fear they wait
For an aggressive hungry spider to appear
Too late to run away
They have been misled
No rooftop made of cake
No walls built of bread
Not even a glimpse of light
Is reaching inside
Neither from the sun
Nor from the moon
For these are no windows of clear sugar
Built in this dreary room
Thoughts of milk,pancakes with treacle,
And warm beds draped with silk
A delicious promise has been broken
And the intention behind is of a malicious kind
This is no fairy-tale house
Surrounded by caramel flowers
In a chocolate garden of confectionery trees
This is the residence of a deranged psychopath
Who truly believes to be possessed
By a craft of witchery
He kills children in the name of a witch
A demonic voice compels him
To wander as a friendly clown
Searching in every town,
Until flesh victims are found
The voice of the witch
Spits venomous words in his head
It can only be silenced
When infants are dead
Her ghost slithers
Like black fog down the chimney at night
Only he can see this tormenting parasite
Dragging the children from the cellar
Into a room equipped for ritual sacrifice
The walls are blotched with religious symbols
To glorify an infernal paradise
He locks the girl up in an iron cage
To witness her young brother's death
Now she will hear all his screams
Until he draws his last breath
The serial killer shackles the boy to the floor,
Upon the sign of the witch
The children scream:
"No more!"
"Shut the fuck up!
I will now take his precious little life"

Whispering unholy rhymes
While holding a black-hilted knife
And he stabs like a maniac
Because the witch gave permission
To mutilate the child beyond recognition


7. KILLED AND SERVED BY THE DEVIL

He takes his time when he stabs the boy to death
He keeps slashing and slicing
Even after his last breath
Ill-fated gods are given praise
Whilst stabbing the infant's torso,limbs and face
Gaping wounds gushing blood and gore,
Covering the pentacle on the floor
No way to die at that age
Slaughtered before his sister's eyes
Staring from the cage

Relieved,for the witch's voice
Now whispers and laughs
The killer leaves the room
But comes back with an axe
He chops up the corpses
Tosses his body parts into plastic bags
Drags them to the garden outside
To be buried in an unmarked grave on this night
The poor girl who has lost her mother
Is now forced to bury
What's left of her dismembered brother
A macabre funeral in a sepulchral garden
Buried next to the other
In the backyard of Death himself

Exchanging the shovel for a bucket and a rag
She has never seen
Suck a terrible bloodbath before
Bone fragments and viscous clots of human gruel
She's forced to clean
The lugubrious mess off the floor
Asking the murder what will happen with her life,
He answers:
"You will serve me as my slave
Until your inevitable sacrifice
For the witch's wish and will is my command to kill"

It's dinnertime in the residence of this psychopath;
A fine meal of beans,bread,meat,and some wine
Fortunately no empty stomach for the rest of the day
Then the killer has something special to say
"I saved your brother's most valuable part
Before the burial I cut out his precious little heart
Swallowing the souls of the victims
Their hearts are what i eat
Your brother's soul has now been devoured
So tell me did you like the meat?"


8. THE WITCH PERISHED IN FLAMES

She blacks out
When that question is asked by this vile animal
Nearly suffocating on her vomit
In front of the gloating cannibal
She awakes in the cage
Something has changed
Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage
Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife
As long as the voice keeps whispering
She will stay alive
She is seriously considering suicide
There is no doubt
To kill herself is the only way out
"I will be butchered and buried like my brother
I'd rather cut my wrist just like my mother"

Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before,
She consumes fear and despair
Until she cares for suicide no more
And so the embittered girl starts thinking
Of ways to shove this witch into the oven
"I will not die as his slave
I'd rather die fighting,scared but brave"
All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
Are barricaded
But hey! There is one way!
A damn small chance to escape
The front door can be unlocked with a key
Which is attached to the black baton
That the killer carries constantly
To beat up his slave repeatedly

One night, when dinner time arrives
As always the killer puts the baton on the table
Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously
He speaks:
"Come here, have no fear
Pour me some wine
You'll be just fine"

That's when she thinks:
This moment is mine!
Nervously walking toward him,
Holding the fork behind her back
And whilst pouring the wine
She uses all her strength
To stab that fork deep into his neck
She smashes the bottle on his head
Yet before she can grab the key,
He pulls everything off the table,
Right before he hits the floor
A broken kerosene lantern
Leaking fuel causes a fire
That quickly spreads through the room
She picks up the key from the floor,
Rushes the front door
The killer drags himself forward,
Qargling on his own blood
"Come back you fucking whore!"
She smiles and locks the door
She's running through the woods
Finally free,
But distracted by the screams of the burning witch
She runs fast, straight into a tree!


9. TRAGEDY EVER AFTER

She opens her eyes
Her face is covered in blood
She appears to be surrounded by twisted trees
In this abysmal dream
Under a toxic blood red sky,
Ghostly clouds quickly passing by
"Please! Can someone tell me,
This place wherein I dwell,
Where does it reside between heaven and hell?
Am i dead?"

But her questions merely echo away into nothingness
There are voices calling her name
From the blackest corners of his phantasmal void
"Gretel,join us! Join us! Join us in death "
Malevolent entities shaped and twisted in hideous ways
No mind of human kind could have architected
Such a infernal place

Under a toxic blood red sky,
Ghostly clouds quickly passing by
"Please! Can someone set me free!
I'm being held in a nightmare
I'm kept in purgatory!"

Finally she stumbles on this trail
Made of candy
Like a hungry bird feeding crumbs of bread,
Consuming them one by one,
Hopefully this is the trail of delicacy lead towards
A better place ahead
But no, it lead her further and further into the darkness
It reeks on burning flesh,
Then the trail suddenly ends
There's a dark presence lurking in the shadows
It just entered purgatory
Because the body was cauterized within the fires of reality
The spectral corpse of the clowns was heavily burned
Her brother's murderer has returned
A stifling furling when his charred hands take hold to her
She cannot move
She cannot defend herself
When will this suffocating dream finally end?
The stench of burnt flesh becomes the smell of alcohol,
And when her bastard father shuts the door behind him,
She realizes: It was just a dream
The real nightmare continues in reality

There's no place like home
There's no place like home