1. SILENT NIGHT

The man with the beard
He brings me fear
Not joy like he brings to the others
I watched my parents
Die at his hand
Tonight he's going to take another
Christmas eve
A night of bliss
But not for those who have been naughty
Your punishment
Violent it is
Tonight I start stacking the bodies

Home to home
Butcher the bad
Spare the good
Yuletide body bags

Death to all
The naughty ones
I put an end
To their sick fun
No gifts for you
Under the tree
The last thing you
Will see is me

Leaving the bodies
Trailing to the
Orphanage where
I was abused
A cheerful time
Riddled with fear
The naughty ones
Your end is near


2. DEATH FROM THE CHIMNEY

Beware children for your foul acts
Will not go unnoticed
For the good children there is
A reward every Christmas

Jingle bells ring
The angels sing
We celebrate the birthday of Christ
Saint Nick flies
Bad people die
A time of fear in our pleasant lives

Snow falls on to the ground
Beautiful light displays
Christmas getting closer each day
Naughty kids stricken with fear
Knowing that St Nick is near
While the good children go outside to play

With a
Toy sack
And a
Sharp axe
He gives
To good kids
And takes
From bad kids


3. SLEIGH RIDE DECAPITATION

Horsing around
On Christmas eve
Intending to sleigh
Trying not to bleed
Fog erupts
As you breath
Mounting the sleigh
Unaware of me

I'm the one you don't see

As I stalk in the trees
You slip down the hill
In a moment of joy
My presence brings you chills
Stepping out with the axe
Two bits stained blood red
The blade catches your neck
Hacking off your head

Sliding to the bottom
A foot shorter bloody mess
A severed head tumbles behind
And you are clearly dead


4. DEADLY NIGHT

Bodies trailing in my wake
The lives of the young now at stake
Families locking all they're doors
Butchering miscreants and whores
Christmas eve bloody this year
Several spending it in fear
A killer is out on the loose
Dressed in a Santa Claus suit

Holy night of lights and peace
Disturbed by my violent deeds
Children sleeping in their beds
Teenagers winding up dead
I am here to spare the good
Do to the bad what no one would
If I don't do this no one will
On Christmas eve blood will spill

The kids awaiting old St Nick
His intents are vile and mind is sick
Waiting on the cold night to pass
Dozens are hacked up with his axe

The orphans open their presents
As the morning dawns
I approach the orphanage
I want its rulers gone
Oppressed for a whole childhood
I must exact revenge
Mother has been bad
I must bring her end

An uncontrolled killing spree
Ends in gun fire
My life short lived and I suffer
For my murderous desire
I became the punisher
And it has brought my fate
I tried to refrain early on
But it was far too late