| In the shadow of the scorching sun |
| With a penchant for murder |
| Behind a mask of flesh |
| With a simple purpose |
| Total decimation |
| Termination, exaltation |
| Forever |
| Behind the mask lies an abomination |
| Eternal devotion to the execration of life |
| Pull one string and a trance of death ensues |
| When the tide grabs hold of the innocent |
| Each straw colored crimson red |
| A lineage traced to the pits of hell |
| A silver lining drawn in blood |
| Worship forever |
| Entranced by horror, infatuated with death |
| Entranced by filth, unholy ceremony |
| Those sparks from the pain of others |
| Fuel my despair to hide and forget |
| I don’t need to wonder how my end will be |
| Utter debauchery — this is worship |
| Each straw colored crimson red |
| A lineage traced to the pits of hell |
| A silver lining drawn in blood |
| Now die forever |
| Des visions d’un visage déformé |
| Victime d’un massacre, décortiqué |
| This is worship |
| Violemment transformé de chair en viande |
| Par une lignée infernale |
| Die — Now die forever |
| Meat — a pile of meat |
| Death cult — for the saw is eternal |
| Death cult — every face stitched together |
| Death cult — a deformed travesty |
| Death cult — for the saw is family |
| In the Lone Star State, the nightmare grows |
| Their reign of blood |
| Its terror flows, a legend that will never die |
| Its message forever in the sky |
| Forever in the sky |
| A reign of gore echoes through the night |
| Their desperate cries, a gruesome delight |
| This is Leatherface’s realm, this is the… |
| Death cult — a deformed travesty |
| Death cult — for the saw is family |
| The heat, a cauldron of dread |
| As Hewitt’s victims lie dead |
| Through a serrated blade |
| They all met their end |
| They all met their end |
| This is death cult |