Don’t let the title fool you, this isn’t some kind of sugar coated optimistic pop song. In fact, it is the most “metal” song that I’ve done so far. The main riff which underlies the prechorus was something I wrote back when working on “Tell Me You Love Me” (chaotimusic #002) but I never utilised it. I was playing around with it, and evolved it into the grooved up version that you hear in the verses.

The lyrics started with a quote from a certain “someone”. She was talking about how the human flesh in anatomy class makes her hungry. Of course, cannibalism is a nice brutal metal song topic, and so I just expanded on that idea, mixed in some clichéd demonic spirituality and some sesquipedalian vocabulary and had a nice set of verses and a chorus.

With the bridge I wanted a nice piano part to contrast the metal, and so came up with some nice chords (arpeggiated of course). The lyrics went with the idea that the protagonist had been lured into this lifestyle by a beguiling female type. Plus I was able to use the big scary c-word.

The result is a song that has a very modern Cradle of Filth kind of style, heavy riffage, scary vocals, keyboards, murder, sex and blasphemy. Classic metal.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Off the map
Unknown place
But not empty space
Here there be dragons
Long Journey
Through the mist
Explorers persist
Curious impulse
Do not see
But they hear
Something that draws near
Circle the wagons
While they sleep
In the night
An absurd plight
They cannot repulse

Prechorus:
Striking from the darkness with desire to eat
Your muscular anatomy is our favourite meat
We laugh at sobbing cries to your mythical lord
Because we cannot be killed by the gun or the sword

Chorus:
Happy in the valley of the shadow of death
Our quotidian craving is your buffet bloodbath
Anthropophagious feasting, our immortal deal
And your wretched fate to be our meal

Verse 2:
Human flesh
Sates our lust
In ways that disgust
Multiple cravings
To fulfill
Coital need
As well as to feed
Utilised remains
Nothing left
At the scene
Desolate ravine
Butchered like lemmings
Once again
Men will come
Victims to succumb
Evil stalks these plains

Bridge:
I was cursed by the hearse of diabolical cunt
With a thirst for the worst kind of hominid hunt
The whole of my soul was taken by a hex
On a stroll with a goal of blasphemous sex
A succulent chance event in a dark valley
At a convent of dissent and debauchery
Who knew that a screw with a reprobate nun
Was taboo and askew to leave my soul undone
She was a fiend it would seem an infernal succubus
With a scheme and a dream to beguile me thus
A consort for support in her timeless torment
I was sort, could not thwart, her wicked intent

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