He

who

walks

the

fire

breathes!

He

who

walks

the

fire

breathes

Un-

like

the

rest

Li-

ving

by

the

bloo-

dy

creed

Ki-

ri-

sute

go-

men

Air

of

battle

tas-

ting

stale

Reeks

of

de-

ceit

Send

the

bitter

straight

to

hell

Ki-

ri-

sute

go-

men

In

their

wret-

ched

guts

all

they

want

is

to

feed

U-

nen-

ding,

co-

ve-

tous

hun-

ger

known

as

greed

As

the

last

le-

gion

makes

it's

way

to

the

skies

I

can

see

in

their

eyes

They've

al-

rea-

dy

died

In-

side,

but

as

for

the

out-

side

I'll

take

their

fu-

cking

heads

Quake

has

bred

with

the

storm

Con-

cei-

ving

war

Wi-

cked

stam-

pe-

ding

hordes

Ki-

ri-

sute

go-

men

In

their

wret-

ched

guts

all

they

want

is

to

feed

U-

nen-

ding,

co-

ve-

tous

hun-

ger

known

as

greed

As

the

last

le-

gion

makes

it's

way

to

the

skies

I

can

see

in

their

eyes

They've

al-

rea-

dy

died

In-

side,

but

as

for

the

out-

side

I'll

take

their

fu-

cking

heads

I

can

see

in

their

eyes

They've

al-

rea-

dy

died

In-

side,

but

as

for

the

out-

side

I'll

take

their

fu-

cking

heads

I

will

ne-

ver

be

what

they

Wan

me

to

I

live

by

my

own

path

in

life

No

tur-

ning

Back

now,

I

won't

be

held

down

Forced

in-

to

a

shal-

low

grave

built

U-

pon

their

emp-

ty

ways

There's

no

tur-

ning

back

There's

hell

to

pay,

such

di-

sar-

ray

A

bloodied

mess,

flesh

mas-

que-

rade

With

all

the

blood

ma-

king

a

flood

You

made

your

path

by

cros-

sing

us

He

who

spits

the

fire

seethes

All

he

de-

tests

De-

ca-

pi-

ta-

ting,

bloo-

dy

creed

Ki-

ri-

sute

go-

men

In

their

wret-

ched

guts

all

they

want

is

to

feed

U-

nen-

ding,

co-

ve-

tous

hun-

ger

known

as

greed

As

the

last

le-

gion

makes

it's

way

to

the

skies

I

can

see

in

their

eyes

They've

al-

rea-

dy

died

In-

side,

but

as

for

the

out-

side

I'll

take

their

fu-

cking

heads

I

can

see

in

their

eyes

They've

al-

rea-

dy

died

In-

side,

but

as

for

the

out-

side

I'll

take

their

fu-

cking

heads

I

will

ne-

ver

be

what

they

Want

me

to

I

live

by

my

own

path

in

life

No

tur-

ning

Back

now,

I

won't

be

held

down

Forced

in-

to

a

shal-

low

grave

built

U-

pon

their

emp-

ty

ways

No

tur-

ning

I

will

ne-

ver

be

what

they

Wan

me

to

I

live

by

my

own

path

in

life

Is

no

tur-

ning

back