Text: Six Feet Under. Bringer Of Blood. Escape From The Grave.

No escape from this lonely grave
Buried six feet down
Molested, dumped in a hole
Beaten, shivering

Scream for mother, she can't save you
No God hears you, only death awaits you

Die by my hand, the master of the damned
Kill is what I crave, doom, no prophecy will save

You're rotten already
Now's your time to decay
A terminal illness
Called dead in the grave

Scream for mother, she can't save you
No God hears you, only death awaits you
Scream for mother, she can't save you
No God hears you, only death awaits you

You're rotten already
Now is your time to decay
A terminal illness
Called dead in the grave

You're rotten already
Now is your time to decay
A terminal illness
Called dead in the grave

Die by my hand, master of the damned
The kill is what I crave, no prophecy will save

A chance at a new beginning
Senseless, vicious, killing
In remembrance of the dead
I've kept the severed head

Die by my hand, master of the damned
The kill is what I crave, no prophecy will save

A chance at a new beginning
Senseless, violent, killing
In remembrance of the dead
I've kept the severed head

No escape from this lonely grave
Buried six feet down
Molested, dumped in a hole
Beaten, shivering

Scream for mother, she can't save you
No God hears you, only death awaits you
Scream for mother, she can't save you
No God hears you, only death awaits you