Ter-

ri-

fied

in

dark-

ness

A-

no-

ther

vic-

tim

sight

So

cold,

so

heart-

less

A

hunger

ne-

ver

sa-

tis-

fied

Eyes

of

death,

mouth

of

hell

This

wret-

ched

swamp

we

know

so

well

The

hate

that

we

hide

Crawls

up

from

the

depths

We

gave

you

an

inch

But

you

went

for

the

neck

Take

what

you

want,

prey

on

the

weak

We

are

the

bro-

ken,

we

are

the

beast

Hun-

ters

of

all,

swal-

low

you

whole

Drag-

ging

you

down

in

a

death

roll

Death

roll

Con-

demned

from

birth

Un-

der-

neath

the

dyi-

ng

sun

There

can

be

no

fu-

ture

here

When

your

ins-

tinct's

eat

the

young

Hand

in

hand

through

the

waste-

land

We

wave

our

fi-

nal

good-

bye

Kill

em

all

till

there's

no-

thing

left

Kill

em

all

till

there's

no-

thing

left

Kill

em

all

till

there's

no-

thing

left

Cold

bloo-

ded

till

the

last

breath

Take

what

you

want,

prey

on

the

weak

We

are

the

bro-

ken,

we

are

the

beast

Hun-

ters

of

all,

swal-

low

you

whole

Drag-

ging

you

down

in

a

death

roll

Death

roll