Arctotherium

Arctotherium.

Brutal being of blood soaked carnage
Cower before him as you're judged
Raise your eyes to meet his gaze
As you drown in a maudlin haze
Stand in awe before his presence
Shaking mumble feeble pretence
His axe comes down on your forehead
You crumple to the snow fucking dead.

Brutality is here for you
Slaughter follows close behind too
Rage splits your head to the skies
He is here to make you die.

Arctotherium.

Wicked demon of white ice and rage
Axe in hand he stalks the day
Seeking lonesome, lost, and damned
On their bodies his blade slams
Ancient as the arctic wind
Cold like ice upon the skin
Fire burning in his eyes
He decides who lives and dies.

Brutality is here for you
Slaughter follows close behind too
Rage splits your head to the skies
He is here to make you die.

Arctotherium.

See him rise
Feel his eyes
Snow white fur
Rage that burns
Down you fall
With no call
Blood on snow
Steals your soul.

Brutality is here for you
Slaughter follows close behind too
Rage splits your head to the skies
He is here to make you die.

Arctotherium.