Rage Of The Pentahook Lyrics - Alestorm

In Paraguay there lives a man 

Five rusty hooks on his right hand 

And rage consumes his every living day 

As one against the entire world 

His hooks of deadly wrath unfurled 

Slashing all the bastards in his way 

He fights to die 

He lives to kill 

To cut your throat 

His greatest skill 

He'll eat your kids 

And punch your house 

And set fire to your cat 

So we'll raise our hooks up to the sky 

And drink to absent friends 

Those far away and those who died 

Still fighting to the end 

Have no fear for life is short 

And death will take us all 

So when that bastard comes for us 

We'll meet him standing tall 

Die by the Rage of the Pentahook! 

Many legends have been told 

Of evil men from days of old 

But none of them compare to what he's done 

Sadistic psycho through and through 

There's nothing nasty he won't do 

One time he shot a baby with a gun 

He'll break your neck 

And eat your face 

The foe of all 

The human race 

He'll stab your mum 

And drink your rum 

This bastard can't be killed 

So we'll raise our hooks up to the sky 

And drink to absent friends 

Those far away and those who died 

Still fighting to the end 

Have no fear for life is short 

And death will take us all 

So when that bastard comes for us 

We'll meet him standing tall 

Set sail for the twilight hall