The House of Mister Saint
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A house stands upon a shady hill
At the corner of crooked Bernerville
Rests the house of one Mister Saint
Where the light shines so faint
He is a saint only by name
For his countless sins bring him shame
Such dark secrets and horrors inside that house
Which all started after the death of his spouse
When his darling wife laid deceased
Mister Saint developed an aquired feast
He'd devour on raw rats, rabbits, and frogs
Then gorge on molded cheese and heads of hogs
His maddening howls can be heard at night
Every man, woman, and child awoke with horrid frightÂ
The walls lay rotten with mold
The air inside feels stale and cold
A toxic odor swept through the crawlspace
His skinned victims he kept under the staircase
He tortured them by the rising day
He killed them by night after they pray
He beat them until fresh bruises bloom
Until he used the axe to finish them in his bedroom
Pictures of children held above the fire
A way to feed his pedophilic desire
In the attic, he sacrificed his daughters and sons
In the basement, he gave offerings to the Great Old Ones
The townsfolk had enough of this demon's taint
They rallied and captured ol' Mister Saint
At the dead oak tree, justice delivered swift by this gang
Leaving Mister Saint's corpse to hang
They had hoped that with this death
The spirits of the slain will draw last breath
Finally to lay rest
By their Lord's request
Yet a darker shadow kept them chained
Mister Saint's demonic form is what remained
Inside that house, where darkness always fell
Imprisoning victims' souls in a pain hell
All damned together
All damned forever
In the house of Mister Saint
Where the light shines so faint