Bursting through the backdoor Into daylight The ankle chain rattling Down the wood steps
Run Don't look back Run A chainsaw roars to life in the distance
How long has he been here Torture filled hours, days, weeks He sobs through stitched up lips Burned stumps for fingers One empty putrid eye socket The haunting woods seem endless
Surrounded by voices His tormentors calling A forgotten pitchfork Leaning against a withering oak One lunge forward Piercing the skull The sweet release of eternal nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
