Elektrik Exekutioner Songtext
von Bütcher

Thunder down the rail tracks in this godforsaken land
Down south of the border to a desert full of dread - full of dread

Searching for a man born out of shade maybe unreal
Restlessness and soul depravity is what I feel

Sitting across the henchman

Question him not
He is a force - brute strength with mind control
Elektrik Exekutioner

The air is getting thick, strange conversation setting in
Suddenly he bursts into rage, I′m on the brim - on the brim

Trying to convince this hulking man, well-nigh a beast
But in his mind the dancing souls of murderers all feast

On a corpse-shaped mountain

Open the gates
Pray to the Ones, what's real and what is not
Elektrik Exekutioner

UH!


Invoke – the desecrator
Sinister visions – of worlds beyond
Dissect – through native rituals
Almost forgotten – Ancient Ones

Ya-R′lyeh! Ya-R'lyeh!
Cthulhutl! Niguratl-Yig!
Yog-Sototl! Mictlanteuctli!
Kill!

Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill!