Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Edge Of The Hatchet, artist - Six Feet Under. Album song Commandment, in the genre Date of issue: 25.08.2008
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
The Edge Of The Hatchet |
| The edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck |
| Cutting through bone slicing through flesh |
| My weapon of choice to kill and dismember |
| Chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver |
| The edge of the hatchet chopping away |
| The rot and the gore as arteries spray |
| The blood on your body now drain and puddles |
| Urine soaked skin mix with feces and bile |
| The edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet |
| Smashing through skill cutting through neck |
| Open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected |
| Eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection |
| The edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks |
| A missing arm is cut off in half |
| One leg removed as your body’s attacked |
| This murder was caused by the swing of the axe |
| The edge of the hatchet |
| The edge of the hatchet now comes down on you |
| A broken stiff body severed in two |
| I cut off your finger and chop through your ribs |
| Stalking more victims to murder again |
| The edge of the hatchet |
| The swing of the axe |
| Spinal chord split and a freshly broken back |
| Your leg cut off at the knee and the hip |
| Severed arms now gushing with pus |
| The edge of the hatchet the slice of the blade |
| Another bleed another to screams |
| Body parts stacked like wood by the cord |
| Torsos are leaking veins slowly seeping |
| The edge of the hatchet your time to die |
| A severed head is missing an eye |
| Gasping in pain as you choke your blood |
| I open your chest I smash in your skull |
| The edge of the hatchet |
| I rise up this weapon I begin my attack |
| The battered body broken |
| Your stump is torn in half |
| A rotten pile of steach |
| A cold and bloody death |
| Chopping your broken soul |
| Hacking all your flesh from bone |
| The end of pain not certain |
| You suffer now forever |
| The edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck |
| Driving through bone slicing through flesh |
| My weapon of choice to kill and dismember |
| Chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver |
| The edge of the hatchet chopping away |
| The rot and the gore as arteries spray |
| The blood on your body now drain and puddles |
| Urine soaked skin mix with feces and bile |
| The edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet |
| Smashing through skill cutting through neck |
| Open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected |
| Eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection |
| The edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks |
| A missing arm is cut off in half |
| One leg removed as your body’s attacked |
| This murder was caused by the swing of the axe |