Hail to the King, Baby

“In the cabin… pages made of skin… Necronomicon Ex Mortis…” Beneath the cabin In the cellar dark and dank The laughter crawls Through rotted beams And warped old planks Pages stitched From human skin Speak the words Let evil in The trees were whispering The cellar breathing Something waiting Beneath the floor HAIL TO THE KING, BABY LORD OF WOODSHED MASSACRE HAIL TO THE KING, BABY BOOMSTICK EVANGELIST Her eyes rolled white beneath the moon She smiled with somebody else’s teeth Dancing slowly through the room Death still wearing Linda’s face He dragged her screaming through the mud Rain and blood beneath the trees Buried deep with shaking hands But evil never truly leaves Steel blade singing through the dark Her severed head still snapped and laughed Rotten teeth sank through his wrist And cursed the flesh upon his hand Beneath the floor the cellar shook Something hungry called his name Walls bent inward Wood split open And Henrietta came “I’LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!” THE LAMPS ARE DANCING HIS HAND IS GRABBING PLATES THE POSSESSED SPEAKS IN PROPHECY Join us… Join us… Join us… The clock is screaming The chair convulses The mirror bends into a mouth The walls were creaking The deer-head laughing Desk lamp dancing The room came alive Every object Knows his name Every shadow Feeds his pain ASH— ASHHHHH— MY HAND— NO LONGER MINE BITING SKIN TWISTING SPINE LAUGHING, CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR NAILED IT DOWN— IT WANTED MORE From the cellar to the sky His will refused to die Blood and timber, bone and flame Something else began to take his name “Regem ignis… Dominus serræ… Mortui surgent… Sanguis manet…” “The sky shall open... In a carriage of steel... He shall descend... He who bears the iron hand shall stand against the dead. The saw shall cleave. The boomstick shall speak again... Groovy...” “Regem ignis… Dominus serræ…” “This… is my BOOMSTICK.” HAIL TO THE KING, BABY PROPHET OF THE CHAINSAW HAND HAIL TO THE KING, BABY SENT THROUGH TIME TO SAVE THE DAMNED HAIL TO THE KING, BABY CROWNED IN BLOOD AND GASOLINE HAIL TO THE KING, BABY ENEMY OF EVERYTHING UNCLEAN Through the vortex torn apart Iron hand and splintered heart Falling through the screaming light Into an age of endless night They beheld him from the sand Chainsaw forged upon his hand Spoke in tongues they could not name Still they bowed and praised the flame DEAD BY DAWN DEAD BY DAWN DEAD BY DAWN History bends around his name Fool and savior, both the same From the cabin to the throne He was never meant to own “…groovy.”