Besedila: Anthrax. Fistful Of Metal. Howling Furies.

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 anythings 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, yeah