Gorelord - Thief

That Death’s a cold son of a bitch who owes me money

Just goes to show you can’t trust dealers these days

There’s a place in the desert where our world connects with theirs

Reunited in the badland’s grave

Stoned forever at the funeral rave

I have seen it.

Two worlds

I have arrived at the Gorelord’s door

Once and for all to settle the score

I’m released

That Dath’s a cold son of a bitch who owes me money

Just gos to show you can’t trust demons these days

If it’s a condition and not a curse

Then who cut the breaklines on my hearse

Is it chemical this sadness

Or is it spiritual this madness

Or is witchcraft