Dr.Death — U. D. O.

Kaufmann, Dirkschneider

Doctor Death Is On The Ward Searching For His Prize Body Bags Are Cold As Ice Screams Cut Through The Night

Through The Bars The Madman Sings That Permeate His Sight It Drips Away With Holy Thanks And Radiated Light

Snip The Blood Line Cut The Veins Chop It Real Fine Hack The Brains

Don’t Deal With – Don’t Heal With Don’t Freak With Dr. Death Don’t Trust Him – Combust Him Disgusting Dr. Death

Operate Unparalysed No Mercy In His Eyes Bodies Are Dehydrolysed No Chance To Testify

With Shining Deadly Instruments A Torturer Of Pain A Sick And Bloody Tournament He’s Mental And Insane