Woorden: Anthrax. Howling Furies.

(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

Abandon all hope
for those who enter
Cause there ain't too much
of that down here
A clouded mist
in a darkened tunnel
And twisted screams
are growing near

Now you're down here,
you're gonna all stay
Cause the howling furies
wanna come out and play
You're headed for doom,
you'd better prepare
Cause in this part of the
woods almost anything's fair, yeah

You lied and cheated in
your miserable life
You met your end
with a butcher knife
We laughed when you died,
you sit in your grave
Just waiting to turn
into satan's slave