endure The painfulness of death Stiffening of your muscles But you cannot die Rigor mortis, settles in Rotting corpse, blackened skin Decayed bones, rotten flesh Rigor Mortis
I knew my destination from my moment of birth I'd live my life my own way and wreak havoc on Earth Through my entire childhood most everyone could tell
He seeks fresh bodies in the morgue to test his new creation Injecting serum in the corpses for the hope of re-animation He has conquered brain death,
Born on a battlefield and baptized in blood You took your first steps in the red reeking mud Killed your first man at the age of thirteen Life's lessons
Welcome to my room my dear I'll show you a good time It's too bad that you never heard my fetish is a crime There's no need to worry bitch, just lay there
Beckoning victims to his horror show into the chamber of pain Not realizing that soon they will die killed by a man who's insane Prisoners scream as their
We are instruments of evil we come straight from hell We're the legions of the demons that are haunting for the kill Cathedrals are now cemetaries doom
Black is the night full is the moon Picking the flesh from my teeth The thick fog rises midnight is soon Prowling the streets stalking for meat as the
[instrumental]
Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am not able On my face a blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so pissed off I will possess my shroud take
The blood is pounding in my head I feel a tightness in my chest The room is spinning backwards and I cannot seem to catch my breath My life flashes
Mother died when I was born, all her insides ripped and torn Father hates the sight of me - I'm an oddity! I'm the ugly hidden son kept away from everyone
Deep in the black hearted death of the night Watching your every move Driven by madness a voice in his head Telling him what he must do Watching and
Entrapped by cold nowhere to go they wait below Crypt of darkness silent abyss eternal unrest Entombed in this place the light of day can't penetrate
Digging their way through rotted earth Clawing their way from the grave They're dead but they live and they hunger And it's fresh human flesh that
[The Ramones]
Thrown in a meat grinder shredding the flesh Is it human intestines or is it dead fish' Locked in a freezer destined to die Hung up on a meat hook
