Death Dealer - Graves

This is the work of a servant

to try and fill his bloodlust

Body by body they start to pile up

This is the work of a servant

decay all around

Devoured cities

Burn them to the ground

There’s no stopping his bloodlust.

There’s no stopping the end

He will drain the blood

from the incision he made in your head

I will shatter the earth

Drag the bodies through the fucking hills Nobody will find those who I’ve killed

Hundreds upon hundreds lay dead still

there’s no stoppping his bloodlust

there’s no stopping the end

he will drain the blood

from the incision he made in your head

Veins run dry

Life’s expired

You will all pray

I am not your servant

I can’t fulfil your bloodlust

I drag these souls to feed the messiah

I am not your servant

I am not your crown to take

I am not your slave to make I walk away and leave you starved, my name etched

in scars