Testo The Butcher

He's waiting in the wings
To cut you up and sing

The butcher
The butcher

It's flesh and blood he eats
The humans are his meat
The butcher
The butcher

His dirty long white hair
You enter in his lair

The butcher
The butcher

The picture in the house
In terror you will shout

The butcher
The butcher
The butcher
The butcher ...

The darkness of your fear
The butcher he draws near

The butcher
The butcher

Oh you smell the greed and lust
In terror you will thrust

The butcher
The butcher

The butcher