Man behind the mask Shape of things to come He will never give in until his work is done Bodies fall away Decaying flesh and bone Bodycount increasing Theres nowhere you can go Killer at the right hand of the devil Got so bad no soul to sell Killer This is my home and my home is hell Hell Hell This is where you die Naked and alone Lying with the worms and you're never growing old Draw your final breath Skin it turns to grey Shining silver is the last thing you'll see today Killer at the right hand of the devil Got so bad no soul to sell Killer This is my home and my home is hell Hell Hell I'm gonna come for you For you Killer at the right hand of the devil Got so bad no soul to sell Killer This is my home and my home is hell Hell Hell This is my home and my home is hell