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