Hung and Bled

Trying to conceal his murders

The maniac stabs the heart, stops the flow

Cleaning up the blood's a problem

He now solves, hooks through heels

Hung and bled

Corpses are suspended by their feet

Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of meat

Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore

Splashing down to the floor

Corpses he suspended turning pale

All the blood drained into his grail

Fastened to the ceiling, dry and dead

Fluids of life have been shed

Hung and bled

Congealing fluids fester the stench

Revolting septic gruel

Putrid slop licks the surface of his dungeon

A gruesome meal, rancid feast, live on death

Corpses dangle, lifeless, gray and cold

Rotting flesh, the meat hooks lose their hold

Stenching body falls onto the ground

Bones and flesh form a mound

Sanguinary killer will not stop

Hanging dead replacing those that drop

Blood, he drinks like wine, their flesh, his bread

In his maw dripping red

Hung and bled

Oozing blood the butcher's victims

Soak the concrete, putrefy

Halls of dread draped with death

Ornate crimes, stalactites made of flesh

Festooned with innards

Gaining life, sentient place

The stone walls breathe

Hungry soul, it can think

A genuine living hell

Created by the butcher, he lost control

Owner and property change their roles

Constantly feeding the gluttonous room

He once ruled the chamber, now it's his tomb

Hung by their feet, drained of blood

Swallowed by death, greed of this place

Bodies decay, devoured by evil

Slave to this hell he creates, undying

Corpses are suspended by their feet

Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of meat

Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore

Splashing down to the floor

Corpses he suspended turning pale

All the blood drained into his grail

Fastened to the ceiling, dry and dead

Fluids of life have been shed

Hung and bled