Paroles de Rawhead

Beyond the realms of death Lies beneth the earth a beast And all is well As he rots in hell But he's soon to be released In myth made by man He's dismissed but not deceased And to the church he came He saw, he maimed And pissed upon the priest Rawhead, you screamed as you bled Now your loss is his gain As he inhales your final breath You're dead, and with no regrets He'll gather up your remains And drag you down the trail of death He thrives upon demise With hatred in his eyes He came to kill And kill he will He'll cut you down to size There's nowhere left to run The game is lost, he's won He rips your eyes And drinks your cries Surprise, your dead, your done