Left before they all woke up
I was lost it was so dark
But before I could even adjust
And they were speaking to me
It feels like I'm hunting boar
And I will cut all their throats
I saw them take the others
My heart was in my stomach
I couldn't breath, I could not breath
But I could let them take me
Even as I'm dragging these corpses along
The runt from the woods is now king of his home
The sent of the death let the whole country know
Even as I'm dragging these corpses along More from American Gospel