Slade

They'll chase you
They'll race you
They'll run you to ground
Them dogs of vengeance on the prowl
They'll haunt you
They'll taunt you
They won't make a sound
Mark well the trickery dogs that don't howl
They'll psych you
They'll strike you
They're hot on your heels
Them dogs of vengeance are unreal
They'll track you
They'll crack you
They'll melt nerves of steel
Some sad obituary you are the meal
So come to my castle you innocent souls
Some good entertainment I've planned
Come to my chamber and I will unfold
Some exquisite passion so grand
Some torment the best in the land