Do you feel the temperature rising
can you hear that demonic beat
the ground has started shaking
beneath five hundred marching feet

The howling hounds are following
there's the smell of death in the air
your eyes weep with boiling blood
as your spirit screams with despair.

Bubbling cauldrons of human flesh
light up the darkening hazardous track
leather belts covered with broken glass
tear into your naked vulnerable back.

Disembodied voices shout obscenities
shadows race and dance across the...