Waters of oblivion  Raining down terror  Mausoleum of your fears  Preying on your horror    Your faith I demand  I expect no less  Sacrosanct command  Your obedience I bless    Author of sedition  I am the next religion    Obscurity a shroud  I use to cloak myself in  Conjuring up images  To define your sins    The pettiness of your idolization  I laugh at your transgressions  Primal need for deification  I am your obsession    God of war, God of the blind  I am the god, in your mind    Bringer of wisdom  I am the next religion    Cellar of Horror    An innocent victim, it's easy to pick them  A young girl out walking alone  I prowl the streets nightly  So lock your doors tightly  It's best to just stay in your home  Cruising by slowly, you might even know me  Our next meeting will be your last  Your pretty young pout, as I knock you out  Tonight I am ending my fast    Pure and unspoiled, I've troubled and toiled  Over how to prepare such a dish  Losing all fear, as the hour grows near  Tonight I will get my wish    Bound and gagged in my basement  Subject to debasement  Staring death right in the eyes  Preparations begin, as I season your skin  Oblivious to your muffled cries  Starting to boil, you're bathed in hot oil  Your meat soon will fall from your bones  Practically starving, you're ripe for the carving  A gourmond leaving no unturned stones    The hunger sets in, I remove your skin  Surveying the blood-stained room  The rest of your flesh will stay Tupperware fresh  Alone in a deep-freezer tomb...    CELLAR OF HORROR