The Pick Axe Murders Songtext
von Cannibal Corpse

You thought it was over, it′s not over
I came back, I brought my axe
You thought it was over, it's not over
I came back, I brought my axe

In the shadows, alone in the dark
Young victims I stalk

You thought it was over, it′s not over
I came back

From the grave
To mutilate


Axed in the back
Pick through the neck
Dead like the rest

Molested and left
Limbs split in half
I ruptured their flesh
Puncture wounds
To the head

Bone fragments clot to the hatchet
Knee-deep in the blood of the dead
Cranial separation
Sex with her severed head


Rotten walking dead
Hunting living victims
Rotten walking dead
Hunting living victims