Abducted by another freak of societyTwo little pigs are snatched by the wolfIn this stone-cold realityTemped by the serpent in disguisePoisoned by forbidden sweetsIn a promised paradiseBuilt of liesThey are takenTheir hands tied to their backsTheir mouths taped shutThey awake in a concrete chamberStones instead of gingerbreadTwo flies flew into a black sugar cobwebBy the scum of our own kindThis treacherous web has been spunNumbered by fear they waitFor an aggressive hungry spider to appearToo late to run awayThey have been misledNo rooftop made of cakeNo walls built of breadNot even a glimpse of lightIs reaching insideNeither from the sunNor from the moonFor these are no windows of clear sugarBuilt in this dreary roomThoughts of milk, pancakes with treacleAnd warm beds draped with silkA delicious promise has been brokenAnd the intention behind is of a malicious kindThis is no fairy-tale houseSurrounded by caramel flowersIn a chocolate garden of confectionary treesThis is the residence of a deranged psychopathWho truly believes to be possessedBy a craft of witcheryHe kills children in the name of a witchA demonic voice compels himTo wander as a friendly clownSearching in every townUntil flesh victims are foundThe voice of the witchSpits venomous words in his headIt can only be silencedWhen infants are deadHer ghost slithersLike black fog down the chimney at nightOnly he can see this tormenting parasiteDragging the children from the cellarInto a room equipped for ritual sacrificeThe walls are blotched with religious symbolsTo glorify an infernal paradiseHe locks the girl up in an iron cageTo witness her young brother’s deathNow she will hear all his screamsUntil he draws his last breathThe serial killer shackles the boy to the floorUpon the sign of the witchThe children scream »No more! « »Shut the fuck up!I will now take his precious little life. « Whispering unholy rhymesWhile holding a black-hilted knifeAnd he stabs like a maniacBecause the witch gave permissionTo mutilate the child beyond recognition