Elm Street - Leatherface

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 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 of entry he takes you where he has the power,
To make your blood shed it's your final hour.

Engines cease not knowing it was your last chance,
The chains marked on his hands roar malevolance 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.

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 he
Couldn't escape from his wrath,
Now there's no chance for life,
Once he strapped on the Leatherface.