Cannibal Corpse - Hatchet to the Head Lyrics
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Hatchet to the Head
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What Are The Lyrics For Hatchet to the Head By Cannibal Corpse?
Skull fragments are flying through the air
Brains and blood scattered just about everywhere you look Swing of the hatchet gives permanent damage, Head fractured, gaping hole To incise the cranium Slit open crushed eyeballs dripping hanging from the sockets Steel cracked bone with fatal trauma to the cerebellum Useful lust of gore Hatchet to the head Rekindled gore obsess rend the weak Mutilate then murder consciously Death brought to the enemies of the past A life of beheading I must have Pure revenge is burning inside me Slit open crushed eyeballs dripping hanging from the sockets Steel cracked bone with fatal trauma to the cerebellum Useful lust of gore Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Forced from deep inside to hunt you Bludgeoned torn apart veins erupted Forever headless rotting corpse Recognition you are now beyond Wretched, onslaught, slaughter Faceless flesh remains from the victims Hacked with brutal force until slain Consumed with anger, lunacy Relentless killing dependency Slit open crushed eyeballs dripping hanging from the sockets Steel cracked bone with fatal trauma to the cerebellum Useful lust of gore Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Hatchet to the head Chop it off! |
Who Wrote Hatchet to the Head By Cannibal Corpse?
Paul Mazurkiewicz, Pat O'brien
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What's The Duration Of The Hatchet to the Head By Cannibal Corpse?The duration of Hatchet to the Head is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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