Slaughterhouse — Manilla Road

The ires burn red, Like hell's inferno In The Slaughterhouse

The chainsaws roar, In deadly thunder In The Slaughterhouse

Destined to kill He slays at will The murderer, Of a thousand faces

Maddened to rage Feet in the grave Living off flesh, Of the victims he has slain

In The Slaughterhouse

No guest is safe, >From bloody torture In The Slaughterhouse

There is no place, You can call safe Inside this house, Is a realm of Chaos

Enter and die House of black light Butcher of life, Could have you under the knife

In The Slaughterhouse

The corpses rot, Decapitated In The Slaughterhouse