Dr. Death

Doctor Death Is On The Ward

Searching For His Prize

Body Bags Are Cold As Ice

Screams Cut Through The Night

Through The Bars The Madman Sings

That Permeate His Sight

It Drips Away With Holy Thanks

And Radiated Light

Snip The Blood Line

Cut The Veins

Chop It Real Fine

Hack The Brains

Don’t Deal With – Don’t Heal With

Don’t Freak With Dr. Death

Don’t Trust Him – Combust Him

Disgusting Dr. Death

Operate Unparalysed

No Mercy In His Eyes

Bodies Are Dehydrolysed

No Chance To Testify

With Shining Deadly Instruments

A Torturer Of Pain

A Sick And Bloody Tournament

He’s Mental And Insane