Letra de The Pick Axe Murders
You thought it was over, it's not over I came back, I brought my axe You thought it was over, it's not over I came back, I brought my axeIn the shadows, alone in the dark Young victims I stalkYou thought it was over, it's not over I came backFrom the grave To mutilateAxed in the back Pick through the neck Dead like the restMolested and left Limbs split in half I ruptured their flesh Puncture wounds To the headBone fragments clot to the hatchet Knee-deep in the blood of the dead Cranial separation Sex with her severed headRotten walking dead Hunting living victims Rotten walking dead Hunting living victims