It's a landscape of terror of evil's dark hue   Beset by the glow of an ominous moon   From the forest of nightmares to the garden of death   The stench of the flesh and the blood takes your breath   Trees stand like towers with corpses adorned   There's scores of black roses with venomous thorns   It's a playground for murder, the damned and insane   And deep in it's heart sets the mad house of Cain      Cain is murder incarnate, he hungers for blood   His hate for the living created a flood   From the wine press that sets on the alter of grim   Come the cats of red liquid all filled to the brim   Where killers among mortals bow down to his feet   To bring him their offerings of fresh butchered meat   It's a haven for murder, the damned and insane   A temple of slaughter, the mad house of Cain