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You feel the red-hot blood right in ya brain |
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Bestial pain, horrible shocks, you're caught insane |
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Sharp saw blades cut out deep their way |
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Dying fast, that's what ya called your last prayer |
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Incredible speed and endless noise the thing produces |
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A satanic maniac with a chainsaw devilishly introduces |
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Chainsaw! |
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Ya fuckin' bastard haven't thought of hell |
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The final judgement, it waits, there's only your guts to sell |
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Cut to pieces with that mayhemic thing here |
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Mutilated and maimed, no, now it's too late for fear |
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Grave hunters come out at midnight's hour tonight |
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Take ya bloody bones and flesh, their eyes gleam bright |
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Blind because of pain with limbs that bleed |
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There's a creature from hell, gives ya punishment ya need |
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Not one will ask what's happenin' to you |
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Cause they got too much fear from the Satan's blood |
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You die here with unlimited pain, my little wife |
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Your murderer is right from hell, slave of a devil's strike |
