Mistwalker - Festive Pestilence Lyrics

Curse this season with its boughs of holly
A celebration of Christian folly
Furtively I scream out these words
In this place one fears to be heard

I loathe these lights and hate your trees
I'll set fire to all your Christmas wreathes
No amount of gifts or sappy advertisements
Will get me to buy in to this aggrandizement

Of the festive pestilence
F*ck your holy edifice
I hate this dreadfulness
In the time of festive pestilence

You stole this holiday from the pagans
Well I'll reclaim it in the name of Satan
And celebrate every December 25th
By burning a church and playing black metal riffs

Blasphemy is the name of my game
That I play on this holiday of shame
Death to the Heavens and death to Christ
I live to be naughty and f*ck being nice

F*ck your festive pestilence
F*ck your holy edifice
I hate this dreadfulness
In the time of festive pestilence

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