The Pick-Axe Murders lyrics

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

• Artist:Cannibal Corpse
• Album:The Bleeding