Sawney Bean - Sol Invictus

A family inbred like serpents entwined

Had no heart and little mind

A clan of madness, a terrible scene

They cursed the earth — the Sawney Bean

Lurking in the fog a fearsome brood

Poor traveling folk they caught and slew

No graves have the victims of these ghouls and fiends

Those taken and eaten by — the Sawney Bean

From their flesh they made a meal

Their skin the floor for their bairns to kneel

Their skulls a table from which to feed

Alas the victims of — the Sawney Bean

They lived by the sword, were felled by the axe

And I say «nothing wrong with that»

But in their hellish caves worse than any dream

Cursed with the stench of — the Sawney Bean

Some are haunted by the tolling bell

Some by the fiery pits of hell

But what haunts me is what we did see

When we entered the larder of — the Sawney Bean