Cannibal hermit armed with an axe
Hunting for sport, hunting for food
Armed to the teeth, death comes swift
Trespassers are his lunch!
Stabbing, hacking, fileting, blood spraying
Axe to the crotch, knife to the throat
His bloodlust his endless, his tools the same
You have no chance, surviving his game
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Deep in mother nature, macabre acts unfold
Silence the swine, stories go untold
These are his woods, you are his prey
Hiding, waiting, the blood’s gonna spray!
Methods normally for the beasts of the wild
Hunting for sport, hunting for pleasure
There are his woods, you are his prey
You’re on a killer campout!
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Blackwell is his name
And hunting is his game
Picked the wrong time for relaxation
Hacked, butchered, ready for ingestion!