Violent Obsession

Nothing can touch me

As I walk through the wastelands

The path of suffering

Where everything is d**ned

I am the soul collector

Hunting human prey

I feed upon their cries

Death will come my way

Master of decay

Skulls and bones

Violent obsession

I march alone

I can feel their pain

They'll never be free

Victims of a thousand wars

Their souls live in me

Stench of blood in the air

From north to south

Rotting bodies at my feet

Dust fills my hungry mouth

Master of decay

Skulls and bones

Violent obsession

I march alone

Dirty wounds

Filthy flesh

Ride the warhead

I am son of death

Master of decay

Skulls and bones

Violent obsession

I march alone

Master of decay

Skulls and bones

Violent obsession

I march alone