Lyrics: Björn Frommberger
Music: Björn Frommberger
i'm on my way, colts hungry for a kill
the indians camp in front,
a kill against my will
the indians pray to her, treat her like a god
her four eyes filled with wrath,
her view demands, i infest
the beast screams sharp
and my ears start to bleed
with 6 shots in where the heart should be
i hope this thing dies before it touches me
screaming the red crowd flees
left is the dead monster and a misshapen me
two heads on its shoulder
warpath
warpath
so i behead it twice
with them in my bag i'm leaving into the wild
so here i am, waiting for the man in black
rich am i now, but never will get my virginity back