Mace Face by Torture Rack Lyrics

Going for a little stroll, in the fog of night
You can hear me laughing as I run up from behind
Turn around, feel the power, as I swing the mace
Incapacitated, you fall on broken legs

In your eyes-reflection of evil staring back
Limbs are pulverized, prying apart your splintered bones

In your dying eyes-reflection of evil staring back
Standing in the fog of night
Raising the mace to bludgeon your brains