Gored in the Chest

Frightening screams of terror

Walking savage killer

Hear his footsteps louder

Now it's time he slaughters

Run, I hear him slowly coming

I only hear him breathing

Your pulse is quickly weakening

Run, the Devil walks among us

He's slowly coming for us

All hope has ran out for us

He is here now

With his chef knife quickly raising

There's no hope now

As he stabs me

Gored in the chest

Blood is poured

On the floor

Chest is gored

Weakening, they're deceased

Now I lay here left for dead

Kills once more

Evil's born

Bodies torn

Vengeance reigns

For the insane

He is on the hunt for blood