Mother, Hold My Hand - The Butcher Strikes Again! Lyrics


Into the night, killing spree

Searching for victims, he found thee!

A young reporter searching for truth

Hidden secrets, given by an informer

Disgusting photos, mutilations

An old house, strange mutations

The son bring victims as trophies

To his mother, full of glory

Perverted madness of darkest nights

Receiving the knife of the dead father,

Decapitation, with all might

The truth’s too ugly to be told

Disgusting photos, mutilations

An old house, strange mutations

The son bring victims as trophies

To his mother, full of glory

Perverted madness of darkest nights

Receiving the knife of the dead father,

Decapitation, with all might

The truth’s too ugly to be told