Murderbrute Minotaurs - Debauchery

Coming out of the forest of doom

Marching towards your settlement

In the morning gloom

Shrouded in the mists

Of the cold earth

Stalk into your homes —

Comes to your hearth

The mass murderers of the slaughter man

The killers of woman and children

Eat your offspring out of the cradle

Steal your woman and cross them cattle

Murder

Brute

Murder

Murderbrute minotaurs

The minotaurs of the slaughterman

We kill woman and children

We murder them for sport

Because we are a demon horde

We wear baroque metal armor

Armed with axes an horns

We love close combat, killing eye to eye

Watch you suffer, want to see you die

Thunderbeast

Murder stalker overfiends