1. CORROSION OF CREATION

Holy church, feeding on the poor
You are now, weaker than before

Your love won't stain in this world of hate
Your breath; in pain - You're the one insane

The world is dying by our hands
That which "he" once created is falling apart

Corrosion of the god-creation
Darkening skies, demon infestation
Corrosion of the god-creation
All you can do is to enjoy the devastation

Braindead priests praying for empty pews
Can't you see your church is already DEAD!

Holy church, feeding on the poor
You are now, weaker than before


2. THE HOUSE AT R'LYEH

Oh thou that lieth dead, but ever dreaming
Hear thy servant calleth thee
From the ocean thou shalt rise
And with dreams forever you will capture

In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming
Yet he shall arise and his kingdom shall cover the earth

In thy tower at R'lyeh, they have sealed ye,
But Dagon shall break thy (accursed) bonds,
And thy kingdom shall rise once more!

The deep ones knoweth thy secret name,
The Hydra knoweth thy lair
Give forth thy sign that I may know,
Thy will upon the Earth

When death dies, thy time shall be,
And thou shalt sleep no more;
Grant me the powers to still the waves
That I may hear thy call


3. LORDS OF LIVING PAIN

You see me in your dreams, I wan't to make it reality
To take your soul and rape it on it's value
Become a part of me as I become a part of your life

We're gonna' take you to the labyrinth of the mind
A place where pain is all you'll find
Deep in the halls Leviathan awaits
A place where pain exists in living state

In the other dimension you will find pain
Perverse suffering while hooked up in chains
Take the box and solve the puzzle
Sell your soul to the lords of living pain
In exchange of infernal pleasures

Chains from nowhere grabs your body faul
The Cenobites is after you to devour
Ripping flesh, gushing blood; you're gonna' die
By my hands; skinned alive


4. CAMP-BLOOD (THE CURSE OF VOORHEES PT. 1)

On friday the 13:th, 1946
A child born of evil that day
Son of Pamela Sue and Elias
Bearer of the name Voorhees

Drowned in Crystal lake at the age of eleven
He couldn't swim, and he screamed for help
His mother didn't think it was fare
The concelours just didn't seem to care

In 1958 his mother reclaimed the name
And Crystal Lake was never the same
She killed two concelours and started a sick game
Which led to the nickname

Camp-Blood, Camp-Blood, Camp-Blood...

They closed Crystal Lake, and in 1979
They thought everything was fine
but when they opened it again
The slaughter just began again!

Alice thought she put an' end to it all
By killing Pamela Sue, it was just a fall

Jason watched his mother die
The anger he felt inside...

If you think this is the end
Well then let me tell you;
This is the beginning of the curse of Voorhees.