The Slaughter of the Eighth Passenger Lyrics


A guest has come

In a hostile way

Joining his sticky tentacles

Into your face

Making his stay

Completly unprepared

Finishing his metamorphosis

To the point that

Makes you feel a dying pain

That break your chest

Pulverize your ribs

And blow up your lungs

Causing your dying end

Now the guest is complete

Ready to mutilate the 6 riders

Practicing his sick game

Following his haunting instinct

Mutilating their fucking limbs and taking lives

The metamophosis is complete

Now its gonna take the life of the 6 riders

Its preparing their bloody end

His slaughter will begin