Gored in the Chest

Frightening screams of terror
Walking savage killer
Hear the footsteps louder
Now it's time he slaughters

Run, I hear him slowly coming
I only hear him breathing
Your pulse quickly weakening

Run, the devil walks among us
He's slowly coming for us
All hope has ran out for us

He is here now
With his chef knife quickly raising
There is no hope now
As he stabs me
Gored in the chest

Blood is poured
On the floor
Chest is gored
Weakening they're deceased
Now I lay here left for dead

Kills once more
Evils born
Bodies torn

Vengeance reigns
For the insane
He is on the hunt for blood