Man behind the mask
Shape of things to come
He will never give in until his work is done
Bodies fall away
Decaying flesh and bone
Bodycount increasing
Theres nowhere you can go
Killer at the right hand of the devil
Got so bad no soul to sell
Killer
This is my home and my home is hell
Hell
Hell
This is where you die
Naked and alone
Lying with the worms and you're never growing old
Draw your final breath
Skin it turns to grey
Shining silver is the last thing you'll see today
Killer at the right hand of the devil
Got so bad no soul to sell
Killer
This is my home and my home is hell
Hell
Hell
I'm gonna come for you
For you
Killer at the right hand of the devil
Got so bad no soul to sell
Killer
This is my home and my home is hell
Hell
Hell
This is my home and my home is hell