[Music and Lyrics by A. Webster]
Butchering the helpless
Was his way of life
Uncontrolled rage
Internal
strife
The pain he dealt out was never repaid
Retribution was sought by the ones he had slain
Infernal phantasm
Condemned to
agony
No escape after death
Condemned to agony
Heads of his victims
Have returned to haunt
Dripping with blood
Rotted
and gaunt
The pain is reflected to him after death
With the victis of his knife, he is now beset
Reliving every
crime
Condemned to agony
No escape from their hate
Condemned to agony, agony
He thought he got away
His crimes unpunished
he took them to the grave
Their tortured souls are waiting
Now they make him pay
Exact their revenge using methods that he
used
To make him understand them
To chop him up
Is their revenge
With no remorse
They slash him,
disfigure
Undying hate
His torment endless
He's torn apart and they cut the pieces smaller
The knife he used to maim
Is
turned against him and now they will do the same
Dissect the man of evil
His fingers are cut off
And forced into his mouth so
that he cannot scream
And in pain they revel
[Solo - Owen]
To chop him up
Is their revenge
With no remorse
They
slash him, disfigure
Abomination
Their creation
The man who killed them is now scattered
In the abyss
[Solo -
O'Brien]
Infernal phantasm
Condemned to agony
No escape after death
Condemned to agony
[Solo -
O'Brien]