West Of Hell Lyrics - Grind Bastard - Benediction

An odd unreality 

Macabre life at home 

Dominating Father figure 

Sadist to the bone 

Ape-like looks the doting parent 

Prone to fits of rage 

Sadist and a Mother's boy 

Deflowers come of age 

They're missing 

Underground they dwell 

Mundane life with inner secret 

He is West of Hell 

Satisfaction comes through power 

Fuse them in their guilt 

Chemistry ignites the powder 

Homely graveyard he had built 

Saw-edge blade that cuts and slices 

Pack them in the floor 

All his evils have been done 

There's none now to explore 

Fantasy fuelled killing spree 

Porno's psychopath 

Resenting Mother for her sins 

His twisted childhood trap 

Overcome was all too much 

In the prison cell 

We look back within disgust 

The creature West of Hell 

Killing became such a trick 

The only way to get a kick 

Violent his appetite 

Scrape of earth throughout the night