作词 : 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 victims 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
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
Infernal phantasm
Condemned to agony
No escape after death
Condemned to agony