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The Butchers Axe Lyrics

The blade is yet clean.
Your face in it, pale as the cadaver"s skin.
Soon to become one, dead in his garret,
splattered all over the place.
He won"t spare your life.
Condemned to a gruesome ending.
In his sick tormented mind
it was all foreseen and planned.

A weak and stupid human
capable of making him suffer,
but incapable of fighting back,
would be put to rest and blown to chunks.
The implacable death is above your head.
With impatience fatal the madman hacks.
With a fast grin he mutilates your skull.
Severe bleeding, open cranium soaked.

Scattered brains abused.

Certain muscles and tissue removed.
Explore the anatomy of the disemboweled.

Axed in the stomach.
Entrails drip with blood.

Solo: Calin

Reeking steams of intestines washed away down the side of his blade.
I f****** told you that this axe was meant to blow your fate to death.
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