The Hatchet Murders Lyrics

Young psyche so blonde and beautiful - half-naked and alone
Her premonitions got her scared and shaking on the phone

Soon I'll kill her with my hatchet
Deep Red splatter on my jacket
The silent painted faces glare - drenched of gore in Deep Red stare

Hear the song of children singing. Hear the screams and broken glass
Black-gloved hands in butchering fury. Hack the life out of this lass!

Behind a wall there sits my secret sitting rotting in a chair
Inside my old house murdered husband
A putrid broken stone black lair

Soon I'll kill her with my hatchet
Deep Red splatter on my jacket
Too many secrets you now know
And more will die by razored blows

Hear the sound of children singing
The record plays with death it's bringing!
Black-leathered hands clutch gleaming blade
Butcher all those in my way!

So young you saw your mommy kill
Dad's Deep Red blood I had to spill
As the songs of children played
Deep Red splattered on the blade

Bash your teeth in on the table - stab you with my knife!
Another gets her head bashed in
Hot water drowning out her life

Hear the sound of children singing. Feel the cleaver hit your flesh
A growing pool of mirrored crimson
Reflection of your ending life!

So young you saw your mommy kill
Dad's Deep Red blood I had to spill
As the songs of children played
Deep Red splattered on the blade