Death Toll
by Stout· from Stout n.g.m.f.
Here it comes_the sounding of war drums
Don't turn your back_primal rage
Ready for the attack_feel it coming
Left and right and even from beneath_it smashes and smashes feel the gritting of your teeth_don't know what I'm doing_ripping Kicking_crawling_your body's a twisted sack now I suppose you want your life back.
Chamber of death_blood up to your knees_it rips and tears death your only release
I'm breaking down, I'm breaking down.
Stand clear_get out of my way_It's time for me_to take your life I hope you've recognized_the error of your ways, but it's too late You've paid the price with your life.
Competition coming over the hill primed for the attack_ready for the kill if you stand in my way I'll mow you down with no_delay.