Mad House of Cain

It's a landscape of terror

Of evil's dark hue

Beset by the glow

Of an ominous moon

From the forest of nightmares

To the garden of death

The stench of the flesh

And the blood takes your breath

Trees stand like towers

With corpses adorned

There's scores of black roses

With venemous thorns

It's a playground for murder

The damned and insane

And deep in it's heart

Sets the mad house of Cain

Cain is evil incarnate

He hungers for blood

His hate for the living

Created a flood

From the wine press that sets

On the alter of grim

Come the vats of red liquid

All filled to the brim

Where killers among mortals

Bow down to his feet

To bring him their offerings

Of fresh butchered meat

It's a haven for murder

The damned and insane

A temple of slaughter

The mad house of Cain