Battle Axe Experiment

Lyrics

[Intro: Madchild] Ah, this shit don't even sound human anymore It's time to kill [Verse 1: Madchild] Rough terrain, insane in my domain Sadomasochism, black whips and chains There's no stopping us, soon to be popular Dark fin snorkling, shark fins circling You can't step to the fierce and ferocious Beast makes you nauseous Hah, please be cautious Murderous mind state drown in the bloodbath First comes the battle ram strike with the battle axe Can't fill my appetite viking decapitate Turntable terrorist, cuts that evaporate Ugh, come from the depths of the underworld Silver fire reigns supreme on the surface You ride the spirit horse, dream catcher captures Take attack posture, structure and stature I'm staring at ya, black tarantula Swollen psychopath, contract canceller [Verse 2: Prevail] Spinal cord curvature cracks over my overture Amateurs couldn't complete my kind of massacre Haven't you ever slept in the hangman's quarters? Laid down on a lay, sharp chains saw he spray Dazed as you reach for the handle on the door Amazed at the pattern I've engraved on the floor Hard skills and handsaws, skillsaws and metal jaws Vertebraic and algebraic against all odds No Gods to deliver, wrath on blood river Rats and black withers, half attacked prisoners Mental complex yells spells and vexed text Deliverance of the next dragons breath and bird flesh [Verse 3: Madchild and Prevail] Calm surface, serpents sleeps, leviathan An angel's assistant under Satan's surveillance Vitalizer, psycho acoustic equalizer Stars explode, planet Europa gets blown To oblivion, melt a warrior, what rock you living on? Lovecraft, necronomicon, Dr Fells to Mephisto Dirty deeds with no leads Murky water runs red as the Holy Father bleeds [Verse 4: Prevail and Madchild] You speed toward the outline of the treeline in question The forest area where 4 people have gone missing Apparitions cloud your visions, fang marks and incisions Uncontrolled muscle contortions, sacrificial fetal position And once through your mind that you live to see the sun And swore that you'd be the one not With silver bullets in your gun Now the tables have shifted, the table of the witched The altar of the altered Alistair Crowley offered Much harsher than the jogger that they found in the marsh Become the gateway through which the army of darkness will march My still heart pumps no liquid on a pedestal of marble No medical marvel, will let you see tomorrow Now things have gotten out of hand