Tekster: Cannibal Corpse. Bloodthirst. Condemned To Agony.

Butchering the helpless was his way of life
Uncontrolled rage, internal strife
The pain he dealt out was never repaid
Retribution was sought by the ones he had slain

Infernal phantasm
Condemned to agony
No escape after death
Condemned to agony

Heads of his victims have returned to haunt
Dripping with blood, rotted and gaunt
The pain is reflected to him after death
With the victims of his knife, he is now beset

Reliving every crime
Condemned to agony
No escape from their hate
Condemned to agony, agony

He thought he got away
His crimes unpunished
He took them to the grave
Their tortured souls are waiting

Now they make him pay
Exact their revenge
Using methods that he used
To make him understand them

To chop him up
Is their revenge
With no remorse
They slash him, disfigure

Undying hate
His torment endless
He's torn apart
And they cut the pieces smaller

The knife he used to maim
Is turned against him
And now they will do the same
Dissect the man of evil

His fingers are cut off
And forced into his mouth
So that he cannot scream
And in pain they revel

To chop him up
Is their revenge
With no remorse
They slash him, disfigure

Abomination
Their creation
The man who killed them
Is now scattered in the abyss

Infernal phantasm
Condemned to agony
No escape after death
Condemned to agony