Death Comes Ripping Cradle of Filth

Turn the lights down low
And bolt the door up
Future is coming
Future rising up

Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead
With both eyes open
I wait up for the kill
Feel the evil
Feel the heat as I blast you open

Death comes ripping
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
And death comes ripping out

Flesh and the blood
Too weak for the likes of you
Turning it over
A little too late to penetrate

Death comes ripping
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
Death comes ripping