⁶𖤐⁶ It's fucking Krampus time! ⁶𖤐⁶

[Intro] It's Krampus Time! Oh yeah- Its Krampus- Mother- Fucking Time! [Verse 1 (screaming vocals:)] Hello little kiddos, Yeah, I'm talking too you! It's Christmas eve Naughty children now your payment is due! So now, Don't you whine and fucking fall in line and bend over little fuckers and bare your bare behind! For It's- Fucking- Whipping- Time! [Chorus (Full choir:)] It's that time of year my friend, When the Krampus from the frozen mountains descens! You know he's coming with the whips, And the chains, And as always the basket does remain! Held on his back, For when he's on the attack, For fucking rotten children to make a rotten snack! Whipped, beat, and bound, No bones or bodies found. When the Krampus comes around, Into the basket, There's no casket, he consumes all that abound, Of children who are Wicked! (Wicked!) [Verse 2 (female vocalist:)] His darkness knows no bounds, To sharpen points his horns are freshly ground! All the better for the poking and impaling of His prey, That he can smell- And when they try to run away! The Foolish little vagrants will Become pray, They will not live to see Another Day! [Chorus (Full choir:)] It's that time of year my friend, When the Krampus from the frozen mountains descens! You know he's coming with the whips, And the chains, And as always the basket does remain! Held on his back, For when he's on the attack, For fucking rotten children to make a rotten snack! Whipped, beat, and bound, No bones or bodies found. When the Krampus comes around, Into the basket, There's no casket, he consumes all that abound, Of children who are Wicked! (Wicked!) [Instrumental solo] [Verse 3 (male and female duet:)] So if you're children are a pain right in you're hole. If they are nothing but a drain on your wallet and your soul. He understands that times are hard, And if you find that financial burden is deserven of a quick, untimely, exit! When the little basterds least expect it- [Bridge (intense vocals:)] The horned reaper Child keeper! Will deliver lumps of coal as a place holder- A few black boulders- That at least you will find useful, as a means to keep your home full of more heat, than rancid child meat, That will make a lovely morsel- For The Krampus! The Krampus! (The Krampus! All hail, in hell, their rotten souls will dwell!) [Instrumental Breakdown] [Final Chorus (Full choir:)] It's that time of year my friend, When the Krampus from the frozen mountains descens! You know he's coming with the whips, And the chains, And as always the basket does remain! Held on his back, For when he's on the attack, For fucking rotten children to make a rotten snack! Whipped, beat, and bound, No bones or bodies found. When the Krampus comes around, Into the basket, There's no casket, he consumes all that abound, Of children who are Wicked! (Wicked!) [Outro (full choir and vocalists together:)] It's Krampus time! Oh, yeah it's Krampus Mother- Fucking- Time!