Slaughterhouse

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