Devilhawks Letra

and knives out for the terrified.



ugly, broke, brokenhearted

losers hear the cry, split the belly and spill out into the night

black eyes, bloodly knuckles and broken bones

carving cryptic epitaphs into the stone



feeding on the scremaing like it's their last

night alive, peeling back the skull's flesh as the blood fills their eyes.



burn away the beautiful in fire red skies

burying the living as the devilhawk flies





moonlight's a greenlight for the devilhawk.

sidestep into switchblades

and nail your hope to a cross



locking up the children as they howl at the door

sweaty hands clutching pistols on the bathroom floor.

rusted silver cruifixes held tight in hand.

Remembering religion as you pray for an end.

face us, face death, shawllow graves.



hoods up knives out, end of days.

the sun rises on mass graves and the hawks

feel the vultures for another day.