The moon is dramatically hidden
By a shape that swiftly ascends
It's the blade of my axe that rises
Just a moment before your life ends
I feel your desperate terror
As I advance towards you
There's nowhere you can hide
Your life will now be through
Feel the blade inside your mind
As it cleaves your skull in two
I stick my boot into your face
To retrieve my axe from you
I drag your corpse into the sewers
As your head bumps on the stones
Then my axe rises again
To hack through flesh and bones
I call the rest of the band
And they arrive in Johnny's van
But sirens echo through the night
The shit's about to hit the fan
We leave behind your body parts
And escape the frantic chase
The bowels of rats and stray dogs
Are your final resting place
