Bathory Boys Moonshine Massacre Lyrics

To see your body skinned alive,
Hair matted down from blood gone dry.
To hear you scream out in the night,
No one to hear you cry.

Can't anyone help me?
These voices in my head are telling me,
"Kill them."
Another moonshine massacre. People for prey,
This lust for blood controls me,
And a hatred the same,
Bury you for maggot bait.

Can't anyone help me?
These voices in my head are telling me,
"Kill them."
Another moonshine massacre.