Mortician - Slaughterhouse

Deserted house of morbid death
Chopped up bones and rotting flesh
All that enter will be killed
Cleaver splits your head in two

Grinding up flesh
Blood splattered death

Corpses hang from sharp tell hooks
Gutted, skinned, prepared to cook
Deranged fuck squashes your head
Laughing while you writhe in death

Hacking off limbs
Screaming victims