Spirits of the Dead
The ires burn red,
Like hell's inferno
In The Slaughterhouse
The chainsaws roar,
In deadly thunder
In The Slaughterhouse
Destined to kill
He slays at will
The murderer,
Of a thousand faces
Maddened to rage
Feet in the grave
Living off flesh,
Of the victims he has slain
In The Slaughterhouse
No guest is safe,
>From bloody torture
In The Slaughterhouse
There is no place,
You can call safe
Inside this house,
Is a realm of Chaos
Enter and die
House of black light
Butcher of life,
Could have you under the knife
In The Slaughterhouse
The corpses rot,
Decapitated
In The Slaughterhouse
Like hell's inferno
In The Slaughterhouse
The chainsaws roar,
In deadly thunder
In The Slaughterhouse
Destined to kill
He slays at will
The murderer,
Of a thousand faces
Maddened to rage
Feet in the grave
Living off flesh,
Of the victims he has slain
In The Slaughterhouse
No guest is safe,
>From bloody torture
In The Slaughterhouse
There is no place,
You can call safe
Inside this house,
Is a realm of Chaos
Enter and die
House of black light
Butcher of life,
Could have you under the knife
In The Slaughterhouse
The corpses rot,
Decapitated
In The Slaughterhouse
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