In the house of Lecter The table is always set for Seth Such a delicate feast is presented to the lovely folk And the host is a ghost of the past Ever-changing are his stories But no lies are told inside these walls This body is like a house Which quietly, softly decays I know the night Will bring me closer to death ♪ They say and I'm sure that you have heard it too That human flesh is served there That might be the case But surely it is not the most fucked up thing there ♪ This body is like a house Which quietly, softly decays I know the night Will bring me closer to death Before entering this house For here is the trick These tall tales become reality After you leave this old house Lived by Lecter ♪ And so "Lecter" ends his tale And hands you a gift A script of your soon ending life And his stories are always fucked up ♪ Now I have to go alone Leave the scars on the face Even if the eyes would close It's still written on me You bite Draw the shape in half Before Draw the shape in half