Στοίχοι: Cannibal Corpse. 15 Year Killing Spree. Puncture Wound Massacre.

Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill

Die, butcher rage of hate

Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill

Kick down the door in barbaric rage
Frantically slashing all who stand in my way
Stab another face, slit another throat
My intention is to mutilate them

People are screaming it feeds my hate
Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on my face
I only see red, rage exploding
Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken

Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room

Bodies are heaping they're dying
In seconds they were slain
Daggers in my hands are killing
This worthless piece of shit

Hate for them still drives my rage
My job is almost finished only one remains
In the corner terrified behind the grisly slaughter
I'll take my time on this last scum bag

Knife in stomach, he's not dead yet
Carving up his body, gouge his fucking head
Chop off his arms, pull out his guts
No remorse for what I have done

Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room

Daggers in my hands are killing
This worthless pieces of shit