Urðun - Tortured to the Grave

As you are all on your own
Deep inside the woods,
No reception on your phone
And you are lost for good.
I follow you so close behind
And soon enough you find
Yourself chained up with others too,
Skulls and bones I'll grind.

Drag you through a basement door,
Down a flight of stairs.
Throw you on the dirty floor,
You cry out in despair.
Cut my knife across your chest
Deep into your skin.
Splatters reach from breast to breast,
It gives my face a grin.

Crunching of your cartilage,
Hacksaw meets your bone.
I'm getting excited from your screams
And terror moans.

You've been tortured..
To the grave!

Feel the cold steel hammer
Drop on your bruised cranium,
As your life fades away.
Meathooks will rupture your skin
As you are hung up,
For your guts to fall out on the floor.