Necrocest - Butcher's Hooks | Текст песни

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Hung up like cattle in this blood stained freezer tomb,
one by one we're closen and i know its my turn soon.
All i can smell is rotten flesh and it making my vision blur,
and the screams from the text room tell us that we'll all die for sure.
the sounds of buzzing power tools stops echoing down the ball,
the sounds of heavy footsteps coming closer to the door

[Solo: Neil]

In he walks the butcher and looks from his next kill
among the cries of his hanging captives me he spots for swill.
looking around this bright white room and woundering when i'll die,
and the limbs and parts of past victims are black wit rot and flies.
strapped and buckled,
hands and feet,
he looks me face to face,
and puts a blade up to my cheeck and says "no parts will go to waste"

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