Leatherface - Elm Street

Lust for death, yearning for a cry of a victim

On the prowl tonight

His thirst for flesh can’t be quenched

The disease that eats inside his mind

Burns a dark cloud in hell

The demons in his heart

Screech his unforgiving spell

You can’t escape from his wrath

There is no chance for life

When he straps on the Leatherface

Stalking his prey

Leatherface, it’s time to run away

To the point he takes you

Where he has the power

To make your blood shed

It’s your final hour

Engine cease

Not knowing it was your last chance

The chains marked on his hands

Roar malevolence will prevail

Envying all that he sees

Embarks his reign of insanity

As he takes you to his lair

Get ready for judgement day

Forged deep in the pits of hell

Awaits his vicious rage

When he straps on the Leatherface

Stalking his prey

Leatherface, it’s time to run away

To the point entry he takes you

Where he has the power

To make your blood shed

It’s your final hour

Shredding begins

Tonight will be your last night

The unholy force is gonna skin you alive

Getting torn from your skull

While you’re hanging half past dead

The pain surging in your brain was caused when

You Couldn’t escape from his wrath

Now there’s no chance for life

Once he strapped on the Leatherface

Stalking his prey

Leatherface, it’s time to run away

To the point entry he takes you

Where he has the power

To make your blood shed

It’s your final hour