The Insect God Lyrics - Monks Of Doom

What has become of Millicent Frastley? 

Is there any hope that she is still alive? 

Why haven't they found her? 

It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five 

What has become of Millicent Frastley? 

Last seen alone playing at the edge of the park 

There was no one with her to keep her from straying away 

And she wandered off into the oncoming dark 

A silent and glittering black motor drew up 

To where she sat nibbling grass 

And an arm with two elbows then held out 

A tin filled with cinnamon balls 

And beckoned the youngster in 

What has become of Millicent Frastley? 

Old feelings of horror, resentment and pity 

With things which so seldom turn out for the best 

As the last of the light died out in the west 

The car unobserved sped away from the city 

The Frastley's grew sick with apprehension 

The heavy tea only increased 

Though they felt it was scarcely genteel 

To mention the loss of the child 

They phoned in the police 

Police with their notebooks and truncheons descended 

On the haunts of the underworld 

In spite of their efforts they ended with nothing 

They could not find the girl 

The car after hours and hours of travel 

Arrived at a gate in an endless wall 

It pulled up the drive and stopped on the gravel 

At the foot of a vast and crumbling hall 

As night were away, and hope started to languish 

It soon was replaced by all manner of fear 

The family twisted their fingers in anguish 

And got them all damp with the flow of their tears 

The child was removed to a ballroom 

Whose hangings and mirrors were streaked with a luminous slime 

They lept through the air with their buzzings and twangings 

To work themselves up to their ritual crime 

They stung her and stripped off her garments and lastly 

They sucked inside a kind of a pod 

And then it was that little Millicent Frastley 

Was sacrificed to the insect God 

And then it was that little Millicent Frastley 

Was sacrificed to the insect God