West Of Hell - Benediction

An odd unreality

Macabre life at home

Dominating Father figure

Sadist to the bone

Ape-like looks the doting parent

Prone to fits of rage

Sadist and a Mother’s boy

Deflowers come of age

They’re missing

Underground they dwell

Mundane life with inner secret

He is West of Hell

Satisfaction comes through power

Fuse them in their guilt

Chemistry ignites the powder

Homely graveyard he had built

Saw-edge blade that cuts and slices

Pack them in the floor

All his evils have been done

There’s none now to explore

Fantasy fuelled killing spree

Porno’s psychopath

Resenting Mother for her sins

His twisted childhood trap

Overcome was all to much

In the prison cell

We look back within disgust

The creature West of Hell

Killing became such a trick

The only way to get a kick

Violent his appetite

Scrape of earth throughout the night

They’re missing

Insane life he led

Our gratitude in suicide

You are better dead