Manilla Road - 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