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Mutilated, butchered, remains to the left and to the right,

demented, deranged, the evil is hungry tonight

his hammer cracks your skull, your body begins to shake

the terror strikes your soul, like his knife to your face

your body, his canvas, he begins to cut and carve

preserving the flesh, the family will not starve

captured, and helpless, there is nowhere to turn

The vultures have you surrounded, your death is their will

The spider has returned, you are tangled in his web, he hungers for your insides and longs to sever your head. Surrounded remains of the butchered you once knew, the last thing you’ll see is a chainsaw ripping you

Submit, to the fiend wearing the skin of the corpse

Chills go down your spine, when the saw revs in horror

The cries of the hunted, they slowly begin to fade

Now behold, the rites of the fucking carnivore

Submit to the fiend, wearing the skin of the corpse

Behold, the final rites of the fucking carnivore