Songtexte: Cradle Of Filth. From The Cradle To Enslave. Death Comes Ripping.

Turn the lights down low
And bolt the door up
Future is coming
Future rising up

Whoa, shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead
With both eyes open
I wait up for the kill, feel the evil
Feel the heat as I blast you open

Death comes ripping
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out and death comes ripping out

Flesh and the blood
Too weak for the likes of you
Turning it over
A little too late to penetrate

Death comes ripping
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out, death comes ripping

And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out, death comes ripping

And I know that death comes ripping out
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa