Wings of death   Carry them away   The sky is black   For the tortured prey     Filled with sorrow   Laugh in disgust   Cry with hate   Determine their fate     Slugs of cold flesh fill the air   Waiting to be worked on by the hands of doom     As the embalmer cries at what he sees   The eerie surroundings; no one leaves     Trapped between life and death as your soul begs for mercy   The demons of air and night find the light for your time     Tonight   Tortures of the Damned   Die!   Tortures of the Damned   Die!     Ashes to ashes, dust to dust   Autopsy cremation, land of lust   Burning flesh fills the air   Showing no mercy, no lives to spare