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[Music (K. Hammett, G. Holt, T. Hunting)] [Lyrics (P. Baloff)] 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 Life means even less Impale your wife, slay your son 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 Letras de cancionesCrush 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! From Letras Mania