A Tale of Two Santas

by It's a Death Metal Xmas

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Tim tries to placate Santa's desire to hear "Santa songs," while Santa is fixated on dealing with someone who has stolen his gimmick!

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released December 6, 2013

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It's X-mas. It's brütal. It's a Death Metal X-mas! X-mas songs in death metal form & a new adventure with Santa Claus every year!

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Track Name: Jolly Old Saint Nicholas
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way;
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say,
X-mas Eve is coming soon;
Now my dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me;
Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black
With your pack you'll creep;
All the stockings you will find
Hanging in a row;
Mine will be the shortest one;
You'll be sure to know.

Johnny wants a pair of skates;
Susy wants a sled;
Nellie wants a story book,
one she hasn't read
As for me, I hardly know
so I'll go to rest;
Choose for me, dear Santa Claus,
What you think is best.
Track Name: In the Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Your God, heaven cannot hold me, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and Earth shall flee away when I come to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a Baltimore sufficed
A growing pile of bodies is your sacrifice

Angels and archangels may be defiled there,
Cherubim and seraphim perished in the air;
But his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss.

What can you give me, poor as you are?
If you were a dealer, you would bring a car;
if you were a Wise Man, you would do your part;
Yet what you can give me: a beating heart.
Track Name: What Child Is This?
What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap lay sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Tim the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good citizen , fear: for sinners here
The silent word is pleading.

This, this is Tim the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the son of Mary.

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own him.
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone him.

This, this is Tim the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the son of Mary.