Terrifier

(Verse 1)
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no circus show
It's the reign of terror, the place where nightmares grow
Art the Clown's in the house, a symphony of dread
Leaving trails of carnage, painting the streets red
He's a twisted jester, a puppet of the night
With a wicked grin and a hunger for the fight
From All Hallows Eve, his legend took its flight
Now he's back for vengeance, bathed in pale moonlight


(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber
He's got a rusty blade, a smile that cuts so deep
While the screams of victims, eternally they weep
He dances with the dead, a waltz of bloody grace
Leaving shattered bodies, in every time and place
This ain't no fairy tale, this horror's truly real
Prepare to face the terror, the wounds that never heal


(Verse 2)
He stalks the shadows, a phantom in the gloom
His eyes are burning coals, sealing your impending doom
He's got a bag of tricks, more gruesome than you'd think
From twisted toys to tools, that make your body shrink
He's seen in Terrifier, a brutal, bloody spree
A relentless killer, for all eternity
The Clown Café's his haunt, a nightmare's twisted treat
Where the food is poisoned, and the patrons can't retreat


(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber
He's got a rusty blade, a smile that cuts so deep
While the screams of victims, eternally they weep
He dances with the dead, a waltz of bloody grace
Leaving shattered bodies, in every time and place
This ain't no fairy tale, this horror's truly real
Prepare to face the terror, the wounds that never heal


(Bridge)
Ice Nine Kills dropped "A Work of Art," a metalcore scream
Reflecting Art's dark deeds, a twisted, bloody dream
The soundtrack's a nightmare, a symphony of pain
Each note a chilling echo, driving you insane





(Verse 3)
He's back for Terrifier 3, a Christmas killing spree
More blood, more gore, for all the world to see
He's a force of nature, a villain born of fright
A symbol of pure evil, consuming day and night
So lock your doors and windows, hide beneath the bed
Because Art the Clown is coming, and he's coming for your head


(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber
He's got a rusty blade, a smile that cuts so deep
While the screams of victims, eternally they weep
He dances with the dead, a waltz of bloody grace
Leaving shattered bodies, in every time and place
This ain't no fairy tale, this horror's truly real
Prepare to face the terror, the wounds that never heal