You thought it was over; it's not over I'll be back; I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark Young victims I stalk I'll be back From the grave To mutilate Axed in the back Pick through the neck

Shout, Lauri Törni's name A soldier of three armies knows the game Keeps their echo from the past Rise from beyond your grave Son of Finland and the Green Beret May you rest in peace at last Started out as a reserve Soon promoted when deserved Cross of

What are you looking for, are you looking for How did ya find me how did ya find me How did ya find me how did ya find me? From the grave I see you on a western sky All my best tonight Out in the dark You always seem to come my way Come and take your

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

Dead, dead, you'll always be dead to me Dead, dead, dead You'll always be dead to me You belong in the grave never to be heard from again Losing it, get a grip, turn it around No one here cares if you're running your mouth I won't wait around 'til you

Welcome to the breakdown Welcome to the end of the road Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave This is a breakdown And we've got nowhere else to go We'll be standing here holding our ground, come what may We've got nowhere else to go All hail, the

I’ve finally let you go and left the past to die This is my resignation from All that we’ve loved and left behind In the grave you dug for me A frame of bones reside A graven, barren, broken tomb Resides where once delicate orchids bloomed No revocation

Cresting the waves Leading us all to the grave Slaying all foes Who dare to oppose His eyes shine like the rays of morning His mouth is as a burning flame Tearing bodies limb from limb Eviscerating on a whim

At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth

Bow, nigga, bow From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work Tell me how it's gonna be Yeah, uh-huh All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome Pay the role my dues, I brought my own funds When it's time to war I brought my own guns