Let the horror begin go! Moon over slaughterground Fog on a parking lot Steel doors slam Chains drag Something laughing in the rot Machete on cold shoulder Hockey mask tilts Slow Burned knived hand grips a jagged claw Scraping sparks in a row Kitchen knife White mask Head tilt Quiet breath Porcelain doll with a razor grin grab the fucking axe Hook and chains in the darkness ready to tear your soul apart chattering teeth cenobites Barbed teeth kiss the bone Painted clown with a trash bag filled with an arsenal of terror covered in shit Blood on the bathlegrounds Names on the blade horror filled assault Every god gets flayed The pleasure is the pain Will anyone actually be slain Teeth Steel Fire skin impailed, shred, slashed and thrashed Wear a crown of wire Pennywise splits into colors Jaw unhinged Rows of knives Bites through a painted neck Red grin bursts Art’s surprise but with one honk its a certian demise Art swings back Silent howling Serrated saw through a limb Cloth face soaked He keeps cutting Till the clown goes dim Machete buries in a doll’s mouth Teeth scatter on the tar He laughs Climbs the blade like a ladder Stabs an eye Leaves a scar Chains fly hooks in a boiler glove Flesh peels like wet paper Cenobites pull and pull and pull Turn fingers into razors [Chorus] Blood on the bathlegrounds Names on the blade horror filled assault Every god gets flayed The pleasure is the pain Will anyone actually be slain Teeth Steel Fire skin impailed, shred, slashed and thrashed Wear a crown of wire Streetlights die Air goes silent Every weapon drips and aches Corpses twitch in broken masks All that’s left are stains and shakes Footsteps made of nothing Cloak dragging through the gore Scythe edge catching every color One slow swing across the floor He reaps the burned one in a heartbeat Takes the mute clown in a breath Pins the priest of pain mid-laugh Harvests fear Drinks their death Blood on the bathlegrounds Names on the blade horror filled assault Every god gets flayed The pleasure is the pain Will anyone actually be slain Teeth Steel Fire skin impailed, shred, slashed and thrashed Wear a crown of wire When the howling’s over And the bones retire Only one grim shadow Lifts a rusted wire One last cut Scythe through the stain Grim face grins Erases every name He walks on skulls uses bones as his throne The Last one living The reaper Wears that crown of wire The reaper in everyones final call living or undead to your knees you fall decapitated once and for all
