The Pick-Axe Murders Lyrics

You thought it was over, it's not over.
I came back, I brought my axe.
You thought it was over, it's not over.
I came back, I brought my axe.

In the shadows, alone in the dark.
Young victims I stalk.
You thought it was over, it's not over.
I came back from the grave to mutilate.

Axed in the back.
Pick through the neck.
Dead like the rest.

Molested and left.
Limbs split in half.
I ruptured their flesh.
Puncture wounds to the head.

Bone fragments clot to the hatchet.
Knee-deep in the blood of the dead.
Cranial separation.
Sex with her severed head.

Rotten walking dead.
Hunting living victims.
Rotten walking dead.
Hunting living victims.