Lyrics Nunslaughter

Nunslaughter

Deathlehem

Oh in the town of Deathlehem, how still we see thee lie!

For in my deep and dreamless creep I see the Christ child die.

Now in the dark and dreary, I will plant my evil seed

The fears of all the years and he will never be.

For Christ he will be kill, and I gather down below

While mortals sleep, the Devil