Holiday in Hell - Protector

Canoes going down the river into the unknown

Fear grips the soul at the five string terror tone

Don’t expect anything to be the same again

There is no tomorrow, welcome to the monster’s den

Squeal like a pig

Squeal like a pig

They’ll break you, like a twig

The inbreds do a jolly jig

The demons they are everywhere, waiting for their prey

Lurking in the forest hiding from the light of the day

They are longing for someone, someone to kill slow

So stay in the shadows and hold tight to your bow

No one will survive

No one will be left alive

A slow death and lots of pain

This is where madness reigns