Hung, Drawn & Slaughtered

Entrance to the torture chamber Guarded by hell Succubi round every corner Waiting for deaths knell Viscera stains the walls A foul stench of blood Corpses hanging from the rafters You'd escape if you could Hung, Drawn And Slaughtered Hung Drawn and Slaughtered Savage instruments of pain Bore to inflict anguish Rusted spikes and sickles sharp Never to be tarnished Except with your guts Your carcass Flayed into gruesome symmetry Release from this mortal coil approaches A sanguine Crimson paints this hall's The succubi conquer all With an iron fist And steel stomach Iron lungs to terrorise and obliterate Hung Drawn and Slaughtered A palace of pain built with bricks and mortar Welcome to your end