Alone among the pines

We stalk our prey

To find our kill

For our mother's special day

To show our love

For the young we crave

Impress mother yes we shall

Rape and murder, her eyes well

With tears of joy for her boys

Oh yes

She is so proud

This ritual takes quite the turn

For our guests, they shall learn

This anxiety and salutation

Soon turns to inhuman devastation

Blood runs down our hallowed halls

This pit we call home

Now our boiling cell

You went on vacation and spent

The weekend in hell