Comes from the land where night is day The people live in fear Been this way for oh so long Another four thousand tears Everyday he hunts to kill You know he cant help himself Same routine time after time A way to seize the wealth Drinking blood dont mean a thing Life means even less Impale your wife, slay your son Another gory mess Born in hell, left to die Now out for all your blood Living his life day to day To stake you to the mud What you see, he dont care Now you bleed, start to stare Cut you down, rip you up Watching warm blood run Crush your skull strike him well When you land, just impaled Freshly done, theres no hope Watching warm blood run What you see, he dont care Now you bleed, start to stare Freshly done, theres no hope Watching warm blood run Impaler!
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 23:08:38 +0000