The Peeler - Abramelin

Inimical thoughts that course through my mind

Thoughts best buried, unseen

Sooner or later these thoughts become actions

Let me explain what I mean

They call me The Peeler, that suits me fine

It describes my art to a tee

A collector of skin from the fat to the thin

It’s all the same to me

A butcher of humans, a killer of man

Rending your flesh as slow as I can

There’ll be no dying fast, you’ll suffer and scream

The Peeler’s at work, your hot blood will stream

I’ll start round the back, stick my blad in your crack

Scraping your spine as I slice

A pain so intens, that your mind can’t make sense

Fear not I’m extremely precise

A butcher of humans, a killer of man

Rending your flesh as slow as I can

There’ll be no dying fast, you’ll suffer and scream

The Peeler’s at work, your hot blood will stream

Let’s speak of precision.

I’ll make my incision

I’d put a good surgeon to shame

Rending live flesh is what I do best

I have to live up to my name

You looked such a fright, all red & white

Glistening bright red, bones exposed

Twitching you shook like a fish on a hook

Skinned from your head to your toes

I’m back in my lair with your skin and your hair

Your blood splattered hide is now mine

Wearing your flesh while it’s supple and fresh

A feeling I cannot define

But alas this won’t last, your flesh hardens fast

So it’s back to work I must go

Stalking more prey, I am so keen to slay

I can feel myself starting to grow

Within the hour I’ll unleash my power

Stripping and ripping for fun

The Peeler is here, a name man will fear

For many a year to come

The Peeler is here, a name man will fear

For many a year to come