اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Buried deep in a jungle of fire
There lives a man with no heart or soul
Masquerading as a man of desire
He has a side of him as black as coal
It only takes a few mystic potions
To quench a thirst he cannot control
At night he plots against innocent victims
Cross his path you'll pay a heavy toll
Creeping, crawling
So appalling
Is he after you
You don't know him
But you'll feel him cast his spell
You're through
Sent from hell sent to compel
His wicked ways on you
The pain upon your brain
Caused by his mighty brew
Into the dark unknown
