All across the floors and walls, dripping from the ceiling

Through the darkness loathing crawls - how well I know this feeling

Mercy just a ghost that comes to haunt the hopeless crying

Not much left to seperate the living from the dying.

Damn your eyes.

Grind another axe to chop more lies out of more heads

We're all books of blood, when we are opened we are red

Curse this ground I walk upon, slanderise my name

Hate those who are different hate those who are all the same.

All Rise.

It conquers all

It is old and wise.

Empires fall, true hate never dies.

Carnage on the ground, questions in the air that never find a voice

No blood can be spared.

Never turn the other cheek, forget or forgive

This earth was never for the meek

None shall live.

Despise.

Mass Movement Magazine Review: - "It’s stuff to make The Living End shit the bed....harder, darker and faster, if you please. The Hangmen don’t do compromises and their latest single is no exception, coming highly recommended to creeps, freaks and weirdos the world over. Enter with caution and then throw that caution to the wind."

Die Psycho Couch Review (English/Deutsch) "...somewhere in the wilderness of the mountains of madness. ...a good example of the way the band blends Psychobilly and other influences, like some punk attitude or even a dash of BLACK SABBATH feeling ...unholy overall impression"

Another inimitable slice of the trio’s psychobilly/garage punk infestation and a devious little creature. A rousing contagion loaded stomp, a bullish, violence encroaching slice of punk infested rockabilly - another devilish gem from The Hangmen