| I’ll take your life in my hand
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| As you follow my command
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| Now you breathe your final breath
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| Slowly I put you to death
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| Now you know, all you fear
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| As you wait, is coming near
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| 'Cos you can’t see me, so you will die!
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| Your clothes will be ripped away
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| The madman starts to play
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| You will be skinned alive
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| Cooked in fire 'til you die
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| Now you know, all you fear
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| As you wait, is coming near
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| 'Cos you can’t see me, so you will die!
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| I have this knife
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| It’s a good knife
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| Well, what have we here?
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| You all look a little scared
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| Or should I say prepared
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| For you may be our next meal
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| Casey, rip off their flesh
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| Mike, drain me a glass of blood
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| Harden, prepare to make carcass stew
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| Screaming in terror, now you know your death is near
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| The skeleton in the black rope, with his scythe will appear
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| I’ve cast the shadow of death, on you to make your end
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| And when rigor mortis sets, we’ll do the whole mother-fuckin' thing again!
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| Now you know — slow death!
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| All you fear — slow death!
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| As you wait — slow death
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| It’s coming near
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| Carved forever on your back
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| Initials of the maniac
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| Seen forever in this place
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| The story of your rotting face
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| Now you know, all your fears
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| As you wait, is coming near
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| 'Cos you can’t see me, so you will die!
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| Prepare to meet your slow death |