MURDER IN THE DESERT!!!
He walks these streets with his head hung low
She died last night but the blood ran slow
On his way to your front door
He'll cut your throat, rich or poor
Lurking by your bedroom window
You hear his breath as the stormy wind blows
The walls begin to shake (And crack)
Rip the spine out of your back
Blood is dripping on the floor
The knife is stuck right through your core
Vision spins with every slice
Blood is flowing cold as ice
Ripping flesh he hums a tune
Your spirit will be leaving soon
You're left in shock to rot
Behind the taste of death
He follows every breath
You died in his gripping hands
Now you'll burn in the bloodstained sands
You wake up in a chilling sweat
Asking if it's over yet
Looking onto foreign land
Your feet now stand in the scorching sand
You walk until you find a hall
Lined with bones and rats that crawl
Not a soul is seen in sight
Sounds of mourning fill your mind
Someone help I'm all alone
I'll never get to see my home
How'd I end up in this place?
I clawed myself and tore my face
Won't you come and play with me?
My legs were cut down to my knees
Won't you pay my heavy price?
I'll use you as a sacrifice
Behind the taste of death
He follows every breath
You died in his gripping hands
Now you'll burn in the bloodstained sands
Lost souls within the night
Wiped away with no chance to fight
To the sky where demons soar
Taken through the darkest door
You just don't get why you are here
Emptiness never felt so dear
All you see is vile sights
So much pain but you can't cry
Then you find that wicked man
The one that killed you with his very hands
My desert surely can be cruel
This is where I rule!
Behind the taste of death
He follows every breath
You died in his gripping hands
Now you'll burn in the bloodstained sands
Lost souls within the night
Wiped away with no chance to fight
To the sky where demons soar
Taken through the darkest door
She died last night but the blood ran slow
On his way to your front door
He'll cut your throat, rich or poor
Lurking by your bedroom window
You hear his breath as the stormy wind blows
The walls begin to shake (And crack)
Rip the spine out of your back
Blood is dripping on the floor
The knife is stuck right through your core
Vision spins with every slice
Blood is flowing cold as ice
Ripping flesh he hums a tune
Your spirit will be leaving soon
You're left in shock to rot
Behind the taste of death
He follows every breath
You died in his gripping hands
Now you'll burn in the bloodstained sands
You wake up in a chilling sweat
Asking if it's over yet
Looking onto foreign land
Your feet now stand in the scorching sand
You walk until you find a hall
Lined with bones and rats that crawl
Not a soul is seen in sight
Sounds of mourning fill your mind
Someone help I'm all alone
I'll never get to see my home
How'd I end up in this place?
I clawed myself and tore my face
Won't you come and play with me?
My legs were cut down to my knees
Won't you pay my heavy price?
I'll use you as a sacrifice
Behind the taste of death
He follows every breath
You died in his gripping hands
Now you'll burn in the bloodstained sands
Lost souls within the night
Wiped away with no chance to fight
To the sky where demons soar
Taken through the darkest door
You just don't get why you are here
Emptiness never felt so dear
All you see is vile sights
So much pain but you can't cry
Then you find that wicked man
The one that killed you with his very hands
My desert surely can be cruel
This is where I rule!
Behind the taste of death
He follows every breath
You died in his gripping hands
Now you'll burn in the bloodstained sands
Lost souls within the night
Wiped away with no chance to fight
To the sky where demons soar
Taken through the darkest door
Credits
Writer(s): George Hayes
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