作词 : Matt Stevens/Martin Wood/Michael Duffield/Nic Haberle/Paul Joseph Musolino
 作曲 : Matt Stevens/Martin Wood/Michael Duffield/Nic Haberle/Paul Joseph Musolino
I’m not here to save you, I’m here to put you down
Like the ****ing bitch you are.
You can fight like a dog,
But I’m the ****ing Hellhound.
I hold no remorse for the actions I partake in.
Take another life, claim another corpse.
An improper burial pray-tells your stolen limbs.
Now the Devil’s come to drag you to the ****ing flames;
The Hound hunts you down, the Hound calls your name.
I’ll bring the heat with a smoking Glock and a serrated blade.
Can you feel the Fist of Doom crush your ****ing spine?
You just got bled the **** out
By the Devil of the Sect
‘Cause God knows your worth,
And you’re not worth shit.
Panic will bring the pain,
Death will bring the shame (wither away)
‘Cause I’m too hateful to die;
Death is in my ****ing name.
(Show me how you dance, mother****er;
‘Cause I’m about to make Grim Sleeper look like a ****ing mercy kill.)
You’ve got a choice now; run and hide, live or die.
Burn the body and I’ll take him to another life.
Burn what’s left of the daughter’s father’s bones.
Let go of the past you hold.
Body, after body, after body.
Let go of the love you hold.
(The Devil falls to his back overwhelmed in pain
The Queen strikes a match, alighting what remains.)
Her father’s bones aflame; the Devil prevails again.
He grabs him by the throat and says;
“Feel the Fist of Doom crush your ****ing spine.
I am the Devil; **** the reaper.”
You don’t need to see hell
‘Cause it’s here now, so suffer
Meet the last of a thousand deaths;
Lights out, mother****er.
“Cut the mother****er and bleed him out.”
Die slow. Bleed you out.
(I’ll piss on your grave to make sure nothing ever grows again.)
Cut him down.
Violent one, one with me.