Death Cult

In the shadow of the scorching sun

With a penchant for murder

Behind a mask of flesh

With a simple purpose, total decimation

Termination, exaltation, forever

Behind the mask lies an abomination

Eternal devotion to the execration of life

Pull one string and a trance of death ensues

When the tide grabs hold of the innocent

Each straw colored crimson red

A lineage traced to the pits of hell

A silver lining drawn in blood

Worship forever

Entranced by horror, Infatuated with death

Entranced by filth, Unholy ceremony

Those sparks from the pain of others

Fuel my despair to hide and forget

I don't need to wonder how my end will be

Utter debauchery, this is worship

Each straw, colored crimson red

A lineage traced to the pits of hell

A silver lining drawn in blood

Now die forever

Des visions d'un visage déformé

Victime d'un massacre, décortiqué

This is worship

Violemment transformé de chair en viande

Par une lignée infernale

Die, now die forever

Meat, a pile of meat

Death Cult, for the saw is eternal

Death Cult, every face stitched together

Death Cult, a deformed travesty

Death Cult, for the saw is family

In the Lone Star State, the nightmare grows

Their reign of blood

Its terror flows, a legend that will never die

Its message forever in the sky

Forever in the sky

A reign of gore echoes through the night

Their desperate cries, a gruesome delight

This is Leatherface's realm, this is the

Death Cult, a deformed travesty

Death Cult, for the saw is family

The heat, a cauldron of dread

As Hewitt's victims lie dead

Through a serrated blade

They all met their end

They all met their end

This is Death Cult