Catenated - Houwitser

Catenate casualties

Chained up in the cellar

Mother told me not to cry

The foul stench of the cellar

These days are not forgotten

Fact is: I’m now in control

Mom and Dad are gazing casualties

Humanoid

Chained up in the cellar

Decomposing parents

Grinning in the shadow

I wonder if they felt my pain

Outside is waiting fresh meat

Inside is burning blind hate

Where would you rather be

Lured down into the cellar

New blood drips on rusty links

Facing these 2 bodies

Casualties humanoid

Chained up in the cellar

Decomposing parents

Grinning in the shadow

Now my family is complete

Renew my hate, looking at you

Outside is waiting fresh meat

Inside is burning blind hate

Where would you rather be

Renew my hate, looking at you