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 can't help himself
Same routine time after time A way to seize the wealth Drinking blood don't mean a thing Impale your wife, slay your son
Life means even less 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 don't 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, there's no hope
Watching warm blood run What you see, he don't care Now you bleed, start to stare Freshly done, there's no hope
Watching warm blood run Impaler!.
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