The Terrible Old Man Songtext
von The Grotesquery
The Terrible Old Man Songtext
Oct. 21, 1918
I have started the rumors going once more... It′s much easier for Mathew to get them now himself, I have grown old and tired of this game. Mathew knows he cannot leave the boundaries of the house. The spells I have placed around the home keep him magically trapped within. But I can lure them inside... Bring them to him. They don't deserve to live anyways; they are the dregs of society... the crooked men and woman of life... its better they give up their pathetic lives so that my boy may live.
THE TERRIBLE OLD MAN
(Based in the short story "The Terrible Old Man" by H.P. Lovecraft)
So old is he, none remembers his name
Such a recluse, they think him insane
All alone in his ancient abode
His house surrounded by stones!
Some tell a tale, they′re seen him in there
Speaking to bottles, whilst sitting in his chair!
And some says of the treasures he hides ancient coins
And jewels left inside... but don't think to rob his stash.
Or you'll and up mangled and horribly slashed!
Some tell a tale, of such horror filled fright...
And the screams heard in the dead of the might!
The terrible old man
His yellow eyes, burning your soul
The terrible old man
His secrets are never to be knows!
I have started the rumors going once more... It′s much easier for Mathew to get them now himself, I have grown old and tired of this game. Mathew knows he cannot leave the boundaries of the house. The spells I have placed around the home keep him magically trapped within. But I can lure them inside... Bring them to him. They don't deserve to live anyways; they are the dregs of society... the crooked men and woman of life... its better they give up their pathetic lives so that my boy may live.
THE TERRIBLE OLD MAN
(Based in the short story "The Terrible Old Man" by H.P. Lovecraft)
So old is he, none remembers his name
Such a recluse, they think him insane
All alone in his ancient abode
His house surrounded by stones!
Some tell a tale, they′re seen him in there
Speaking to bottles, whilst sitting in his chair!
And some says of the treasures he hides ancient coins
And jewels left inside... but don't think to rob his stash.
Or you'll and up mangled and horribly slashed!
Some tell a tale, of such horror filled fright...
And the screams heard in the dead of the might!
The terrible old man
His yellow eyes, burning your soul
The terrible old man
His secrets are never to be knows!
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