beyond the realms of death

lies beneth the earth a beast

and all is well

as he rots in hell

in myth made by man

but he's soon to be released

he's dismissed but not deceased

and to the church he came

and pissed upon the priest

he saw, he maimed

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

he thrives upon demise

and drag you down the trail of death

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