A Band Of Orcs
Bring Out Your Dead
Tear out your brains Living fantasy Skulls on my wall Adorning the bedroom walls All of that hate inside A Weapon to deploy I hunt in the night In shadows I hide and wait All of my deepest fantasies in one night coming true Bring out your dead Bring them to me Rotting flesh of corpses Captured souls! Instinct to kill or be killed Fulfilling my selfish will Searching for a fix all night Addicted to the flesh I seek out the weak and outcast They drop to their knees and beg They pray for a painless death The one they'll never get To be cast away To the pits of hell Never to be found Destiny awaits Buried under ground Never to be found
From Letras Mania