Slow Death - Rigor Mortis

I’ll take your life in my hand

As you follow my command

Now you breathe your final breath

Slowly I put you to death

Now you know, all you fear

As you wait, is coming near

'Cos you can’t see me, so you will die!

Your clothes will be ripped away

The madman starts to play

You will be skinned alive

Cooked in fire 'til you die

Now you know, all you fear

As you wait, is coming near

'Cos you can’t see me, so you will die!

I have this knife

It’s a good knife

Well, what have we here?

You all look a little scared

Or should I say prepared

For you may be our next meal

Casey, rip off their flesh

Mike, drain me a glass of blood

Harden, prepare to make carcass stew

Screaming in terror, now you know your death is near

The skeleton in the black rope, with his scythe will appear

I’ve cast the shadow of death, on you to make your end

And when rigor mortis sets, we’ll do the whole mother-fuckin' thing again!

Now you know — slow death!

All you fear — slow death!

As you wait — slow death

It’s coming near

Carved forever on your back

Initials of the maniac

Seen forever in this place

The story of your rotting face

Now you know, all your fears

As you wait, is coming near

'Cos you can’t see me, so you will die!

Prepare to meet your slow death