There is a house upon the hill   From which this story is told   A tale of human cannibals   Brought into the fold   One cold and stormy night   When the asylum did not lock   From inside the patients gathered   They began to plot   Delusions of flight   And feasting flesh prevailed   Down the street into the town   They began to wail   Hear the screams of agony   This frightful night begins   Fulfilling every fantasy   Of hatred lust and sin   They rip apart they shall not stop   Repulsion in the street   Thought to be possessed by hell   As the Cacodemons feast   Rage by a force not known to man   Their fangs cut like knives   Psychosis of consumption   They take away your life   To savor this a mortal meal   Humans become a beast   Thought to be possessed by hell   As the Cacodemons feast