King of the Dead - Feared

I never ran before

What make us creepy

Our experience

For little creatures that I see

‘Cause of the battle

Towards that door

Lucifer a name of god

This is your saint

They get it to me

For the destroying the world

Her religious surfer word 666

The horde answers to the king of death

Such as a weak

Bring upon death god

To focus with our king of the dead

Possessing the world

But not the power

To turn this around

Inevitable fuck

Cannot be stopped

The flow has already begun

Her religious surf word 666

The horde answers to the king of death

Such as a weak

Bring upon death god

To focus with the king of the dead

All we left alone

This is a punishment

For the crimes we commit

We commit In this pyro

Destruction, pain, misery

We’re on the street

We’re the king of the dead