Rawhead Lyrics - Foul Taste Of Freedom - Pro-pain

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