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Текст песни Monks of Doom - The Insect God

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What has become of millicent frastley? Is there any hope that she is still alive? Why havent they found her? Its rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five.What has become of millicent frastley? Last seen alone playing at the edge of the parkThere was no one with her to keep her from straying awayAnd she wandered off into the oncoming darkA silent and glittering black motor drew upTo where she sat nibbling grassAnd an arm with two elbows then held out a tin filled with cinnamon ballsAnd beckoned the youngster inWhat has become of millicent frastley? Old feelings of horror, resentment and pity... things which so seldom turn out for the bestAs the last of the light died out in the west,The car unobserved sped away from the cityThe frastleys grew sick with apprehensionWhich a heavy tea only increasedThough they felt it was scarcely genteel to mention the loss of the childThey phoned in the policePolice with their truncheons and notebooks descendedOn the haunts of the underworldIn spite of their efforts, they ended with nothingThey could not find the girlThe car after hours and hours of travelArrived at a gate in an endless wallIt pulled up the drive and stopped on the gravelAt the foot of a vast and crumbling hall... and hope started to languishIt soon was replaced by all manner of fearThe family twisted their fingers in anguishAnd got them all damp with the flow of their tearsThe child was removed to a ballroom whose hangingsAnd mirrors were streaked with a luminous slimeThey lept through the air with their buzzings and twangingsTo work themselves up to their ritual crimeThey stung her and stripped off her garments and lastlyThey sucked inside a kind of a podAnd then it was that little millicent frastleyWas sacrified to the insect godAnd then it was that little millicent frastleyWas sacrified to the insect god

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