3.Skull Beneath The Skin ...Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good! 1985
Mean and infectious, the evil prophets rise Dance of the Macabre, as witches streak the sky Decadent worship, of black magic sorcery In the womb of the Devil's Dungeon, trapped without a plea, oh
See thing in agony, necrosis is the fate Pins sticking through the skin, the venom now sedates Locked in a pillory, nowhere to be found Screaming for your life, but no one hears a sound, help me!
Prepare the patients scalp to peel away Metal caps his ears he'll hear not what we say Solid steel visor riveted across his eyes Iron staples close his jaws so no one hears his cries
The skull beneath the skin The skull beneath the skin
Now you're drawn and quartered your bones will make the X Symbol stands for poison and it's chained to your head And as we fold your arms to make the holy cross We cross the crucifix religion has been lost
The skull beneath the skin The skull beneath the skin