Lyrics
Wicked sounds, the stench of death is tempting through doors ajar
Maniacs lured to this cesspool of vice, they'll take it far
Down towards the morgue
There is no fire without a spark
Savage screams from the abattoir
Metal shackles burst by sonic uproar
Savage screams from the abattoir
Metal shackles burst by sonic uproar
Fists bruised and soar
Blood on the floor
Screams from the abattoir
Dueling scars by glaring guitars
Frequencies ripping, heavy and vast
Pressure's rising, you lift off the ground
Pierced by the hook, forever you're bound
Wicked sounds, the stench of death is tempting through doors ajar
Maniacs lured to this cesspool of vice, they'll take it far
Down towards the morgue
There is no fire without a spark
Savage screams from the abattoir
Metal shackles burst by sonic uproar
Savage screams from the abattoir
Metal shackles burst by sonic uproar
Fists bruised and soar
Blood on the floor
Screams from the abattoir