Pro-Pain - Rawhead Lyrics
beyond the realms of deathlies beneth the earth a beastand all is wellas he rots in hellbut he's soon to be releasedin myth made by manhe's dismissed but not deceasedand to the church he camehe saw, he maimedand pissed upon the priestrawhead, you screamed as you blednow your loss is his gainas he inhales your final breathyou're dead, and with no regretshe'll gather up your remainsand drag you down the trail of deathhe thrives upon demisewith hatred in his eyeshe came to killand kill he willhe'll cut you down to sizethere's nowhere left to runthe game is lost, he's wonhe rips your eyesand drinks your criessurprise, your dead, your done