[Music (K. Hammett, G. Holt, T. Hunting)]

[Lyrics (P. Baloff)]



Comes from the land where night is day

The people live in fear

Been this way for oh so long

Another four thousand tears

Everyday he hunts to kill

You know he can't help himself

Same routine time after time

A way to seize the wealth



Drinking blood don't mean a thing

Life means even less

Impale your wife, slay your son

Another gory mess

Born in hell, left to die

Now out for all your blood

Living his life day to day

To stake you to the mud



What you see, he don't care

Now you bleed, start to stare

Cut you down, rip you up

Watching warm blood run



Crush your skull strike him well

When you land, just impaled

Freshly done, there's no hope

Watching warm blood run



What you see, he don't care

Now you bleed, start to stare

Freshly done, there's no hope

Watching warm blood run



Impaler!