[00:00.00] 作词 : Webster
[00:43.35]Trying to conceal his murders
[00:44.01]The maniac stabs the heart, stops the flow
[00:45.00]Cleaning up the blood's a problem
[00:45.78]He now solves, hooks through heels
[00:46.41]Hung and bled
[00:46.74]Corpses are suspended by their feet
[00:51.60]Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of meat
[00:53.43]Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore
[00:56.07]Splashing down to the floor
[00:56.97]Corpses he suspended turning pale
[00:58.74]All the blood drained into his grail
[01:00.45]Fastened to the ceiling, dry and dead
[01:07.17]Fluids of life have been shed
[01:07.83]Hung and bled
[01:08.19]Congealing fluids fester the stench
[01:09.36]Revolting septic gruel
[01:09.93]Putrid slop licks the surface of his dungeon
[01:11.49]A gruesome meal, rancid feast, live on death
[01:14.37]Corpses dangle, lifeless, gray and cold
[01:16.26]Rotting flesh, the meat hooks lose their hold
[01:19.95]Stenching body falls onto the ground
[01:20.73]Bones and flesh form a mound
[01:21.39]Sanguinary killer will not stop
[01:22.14]Hanging dead replacing those that drop
[01:24.06]Blood, he drinks like wine, their flesh, his bread
[01:25.77]In his maw dripping red
[01:27.66]Hung and bled
[01:28.56]Oozing blood the butcher's victims
[01:34.44]Soak the concrete, putrefy
[01:35.19]Halls of dread draped with death
[01:37.14]Ornate crimes, stalactites made of flesh
[01:44.19]Festooned with innards
[01:45.45]Gaining life, sentient place
[01:46.05]The stone walls breathe
[01:52.41]Hungry soul, it can think
[01:59.22]A genuine living hell
[01:59.70]Created by the butcher, he lost control
[02:01.65]Owner and property change their roles
[02:03.18]Constantly feeding the gluttonous room
[02:04.95]He once ruled the chamber, now it's his tomb
[02:57.15]Hung by their feet, drained of blood
[02:57.81]Swallowed by death, greed of this place
[03:00.72]Bodies decay, devoured by evil
[03:01.41]Slave to this hell he creates, undying
[03:09.03]Corpses are suspended by their feet
[03:23.58]Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of meat
[03:25.02]Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore
[03:26.76]Splashing down to the floor
[03:28.50]Corpses he suspended turning pale
[03:30.39]All the blood drained into his grail
[03:32.04]Fastened to the ceiling, dry and dead
[03:34.83]Fluids of life have been shed
[03:35.55]Hung and bled