From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard

Cannibal hermit armed with an axe Hunting for sport, hunting for food Armed to the teeth, death comes swift Trespassers are his lunch! Stabbing, hacking, fileting, blood spraying Axe to the crotch, knife to the throat His bloodlust his endless, his tools the same You have no chance, surviving his game From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Camping can be deadly! Deep in mother nature, macabre acts unfold Silence the swine, stories go untold These are his woods, you are his prey Hiding, waiting, the blood's gonna spray! Methods normally for the beasts of the wild Hunting for sport, hunting for pleasure There are his woods, you are his prey You're on a killer campout! From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Camping can be deadly! Blackwell is his name And hunting is his game Picked the wrong time for relaxation Hacked, butchered, ready for ingestion!