| Song | This Axe Was Made to Grind |
| Artist | Exhumed |
| Album | Slaughtercult |
| 作曲 : Burke, Harvey | |
| Hacked to pieces they found her | |
| Or rather, they scraped her off the floor | |
| Bits of bone and brain around her | |
| And the whole room was splattered with gore | |
| Her death was pitiless and violent | |
| Bludgeoned beyond recognition | |
| Her facial features crushed, her brain beat to mush | |
| Her last moments were truly perdition | |
| Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind | |
| Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find | |
| So many bits and pieces in death's dark design | |
| This axe was made to grind... | |
| The next piece of puzzle was even more brutal | |
| I hacked up her bowels with a grin | |
| Her struggles would prove so tragically futile | |
| Oh, how she squirmed as she was done in | |
| Even the coroner found it quite savage | |
| When he saw what forensics uncovered | |
| A few pieces was all they could salvage | |
| Out of the red running gutter... | |
| The next clue in this forensic jigsaw | |
| Arrived on the slab quite the worse for wear | |
| It was all they could manage, to find something to lavage | |
| So little of her carcass was there... | |
| Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind | |
| Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find | |
| So many bits and pieces in death's dark design | |
| This axe was made to grind... | |
| They scraped the remains into Ziploc bags | |
| Collected for autopsy | |
| No blood on the axe, I covered my tracks | |
| Nothing will lead them to me... | |
| A grotesque enigma carved from human flesh and bone | |
| Death is the final hand we'll all dealt | |
| From the grizzly aftermath, of this heinous bloodbath | |
| The only answer's the puzzle itself... | |
| Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind | |
| Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find | |
| So many bits and pieces in death's dark design | |
| This axe was made to grind... |
| zuò qǔ : Burke, Harvey | |
| Hacked to pieces they found her | |
| Or rather, they scraped her off the floor | |
| Bits of bone and brain around her | |
| And the whole room was splattered with gore | |
| Her death was pitiless and violent | |
| Bludgeoned beyond recognition | |
| Her facial features crushed, her brain beat to mush | |
| Her last moments were truly perdition | |
| Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind | |
| Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find | |
| So many bits and pieces in death' s dark design | |
| This axe was made to grind... | |
| The next piece of puzzle was even more brutal | |
| I hacked up her bowels with a grin | |
| Her struggles would prove so tragically futile | |
| Oh, how she squirmed as she was done in | |
| Even the coroner found it quite savage | |
| When he saw what forensics uncovered | |
| A few pieces was all they could salvage | |
| Out of the red running gutter... | |
| The next clue in this forensic jigsaw | |
| Arrived on the slab quite the worse for wear | |
| It was all they could manage, to find something to lavage | |
| So little of her carcass was there... | |
| Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind | |
| Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find | |
| So many bits and pieces in death' s dark design | |
| This axe was made to grind... | |
| They scraped the remains into Ziploc bags | |
| Collected for autopsy | |
| No blood on the axe, I covered my tracks | |
| Nothing will lead them to me... | |
| A grotesque enigma carved from human flesh and bone | |
| Death is the final hand we' ll all dealt | |
| From the grizzly aftermath, of this heinous bloodbath | |
| The only answer' s the puzzle itself... | |
| Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind | |
| Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find | |
| So many bits and pieces in death' s dark design | |
| This axe was made to grind... |