Turntable Terror

At the midnight hour, heavy metal dope madness descends. In a smog of morbid smoke, out is Sacrifyx obscurity. Unwisely, backwards is the blighted wax album turned. And as the cryptic spells are cast, dreadful shadows drip … [Chorus] Sick horrific slaughter born of sinister vinyl spells … Heavy metal horrors call the Hideous Cunt of Hell! Seized by the hellish secret hexes do the stoners become And streams of blood spill in a black frenzy of Buck knives. From out of the ghastly hot gore, a revolting thing rises … Come forth has the wicked cunting Witch, cackling and cruel! [Chorus]

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025