Redrum Hill

No one knows what happened last year on the day of the dead at Redrum Hill

It is a mystery, though they know no one ever returned from the thrill

Rumor has it, if you dress up in a ghoulish costume and visit the tainted old mill

You will find yourself in a chamber of madness, chainsaws and axes

A mass of bloodshed, the chill of a brutal hideous scene, the curdling scream

You'll be stretched alive until you burst wide open a gushing splatter and bleed

It is the evil of the devil the silence deep down inside of the mill coming to get you

If you read it backwards, with satan's manic way, it will say Murder Hill

It's the day of the dead, when at the clock of midnight all stand still

They will crawl from the hill and drag your feet into the mill of misery

Distorted figures, muted faces, mangled and taunted to bring you into their agony

Welcome to Redrum Hill