It's a landscape of terror of evil's dark hue

Beset by the glow of an ominous moon

From the forest of nightmares to the garden of death

The stench of the flesh and the blood takes your breath

Trees stand like towers with corpses adorned

There's scores of black roses with venomous thorns

It's a playground for murder, the damned and insane

And deep in it's heart sets the mad house of Cain



Cain is murder incarnate, he hungers for blood

His hate for the living created a flood

From the wine press that sets on the alter of grim

Come the cats of red liquid all filled to the brim

Where killers among mortals bow down to his feet

To bring him their offerings of fresh butchered meat

It's a haven for murder, the damned and insane

A temple of slaughter, the mad house of Cain