Surgery of Horrors - A Congregation of Horns

Suffer

Descent of the angel of death

The Goatsurgeon waits with baited breath

He falls down from Auschwitz

Here in Hell the scalpels blitz

And the surgeon bleats with joy

As he receives this wondrous toy

Hell awaits the evil man

Surgery is this goat’s plan

And Hell’s surgeon straps him in

Tools above twist and spin

Blades burn brighter than the sun

Drills and hammers never done

The patient’s eyes stare at Hll

He has now become th cattle

The tools scream out to cut and rend

But this surgery will have no end

Surgery of horrors within the halls of Hell

Scalpels rend and slice at the toll of bells

They say two wrongs don’t make a right

But to hear his shrieks brings me such delight

And eternity now begins

Saws start up and drills now spin

Knives and awls invade his flesh

Machines pump his brimstone breath

Blood drained out quick as he gasps

Injecting chemicals rough and fast

Eyes cry tears as the ribs now crack

Electricity sizzles up and down his back