Slaughter Smell - Hell:on

Forget it not

For your bloody crime

You will rot

Till the end of time…

Run, be my prey, I feel your terror.

You, you will pay, your hopes are dead.

You can show me all you fangs

It grows my hatred

You can scream as loud you can

Until you’re numb.

Hope, it’s always hope, you think you’ll get out.

Fast, you run so fast, you stake on speed.

Slow and steady wins the race

You know it too well.

Fear is scrambling through your face —

slaughter smell.

Blood, only blood will stop this madness

Stand face to face destiny.

Do you feel the blade of knife?

It’s kissing your flesh.

Do you hear the devil song?

It’s of your death.

Peace, rest in peace, you take it easy.

None will help — you taught them so.

You’re accustomed to this warmth

It’s so familiar.

Only this time it is blood

From your cut throat.

You’re tied of running

You can’t believe it’s true

You are the victim of the game with your rules.

Forget it not

For your bloody crime

You will rot

Till the end of time…