Consecrated Grip

(drumstick

clicks)

Crawling through the dirt again

Nothing left to show

You took your pound of flesh from me

And watched the poison grow (bastard)

I feel the heat rising up

No way to turn it back

You're running out of precious time

About to fade to black

There is no escape from death's hand

Dragging you down to the burning sand

Now watch it fucking burn

Yeah, you get what you fucking earn

You thought you were a king of lies

Sitting on your throne

But now the reaper's at the gate

And you are all alone

I feel the heat

rising up

No way to turn it back

You're running out of precious time

About to fade to black (go!)

There is no escape from death's hand

Dragging you down to the burning sand

Now watch it fucking burn

Yeah, you get what you fucking earn (yeeeah!)

No

escape

No

way out

You're fucking

dead (arghhh!)

Death's hand

It takes us all (hahaha)