i m a slave i want to meet my maker in your grave i hope that things get clearer you had your way i want to meet my maker can t be saved i want to meet my maker outside it s cold far away inside your skull you will pay i got so empty i guess i lied i stand for nothin i don t need life the dogs are howling the winter s right a son of satan calling in the night outside it s cold far away inside your soul you will pay outside it s cold far away inside your soul you will pay