Cradle Of Filth

[by The Misfits]
Turn the lights down low
And close the door, oh
Future is coming
Future risin'
Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead
With both eyes open
I wait up for the kill
Feel the evil
Feel the heat as I blast you open
Death comes ripping
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
And death comes ripping out