Hard To Kill Lyrics

Stand your ground you little man

Stand your ground until the end

There's a curse on your soul

Blood on your hands

Stirring your fears again and again

Since the time grow as you pray

We all fall in line, the devil's prey

Playing his game, life is to pay

On your knees, the corpses lay

Hard to kill

They lead you astray

Walking with hate

Until you reach the hell's gates

Come and wake me from the dead

Stab me in the chest, give me all that you have

But when I wake up you better be dead

Or with my bare hands, you'll be shredded

Come and wake me, a ghost of the future

I am lined and ready like motherfucking vultures

This ain't the culture this is the prime

This is the mind that you'll left behind