The ires burn red,

Like hell's inferno

In The Slaughterhouse



The chainsaws roar,

In deadly thunder

In The Slaughterhouse



Destined to kill

He slays at will

The murderer,

Of a thousand faces



Maddened to rage

Feet in the grave

Living off flesh,

Of the victims he has slain



In The Slaughterhouse



No guest is safe,

From bloody torture

In The Slaughterhouse



There is no place,

You can call safe

Inside this house,

Is a realm of Chaos



Enter and die

House of black light

Butcher of life,

Could have you under the knife



In The Slaughterhouse



The corpses rot,

Decapitated

In The Slaughterhouse