Redying - Hackneyed

You're lost and hounded

You're legs too weak to run

You're mind scream forward

Your back to dead for fun

Wrath the undead

Breathe down your neck

Smash the undead

Return attack

Return attack

Redie

Undead

Redie

Undead

Death is coming near

I feel it more and more

Swallowing my fear

I'm ready for the gore

Send the dead to me

Fear is not my name

I'm not the one to flee

Redying is to blame

They're dead unbounded

Their souls have left and gone

No mind to stop them

I'll beat them one on one

Wrath the undead

Chop off the neck

Smash the undead

Swing my axe

Swing my axe

Redie

Undead

Redie

Undead

Drenched with guts and blood

The stench of death and rot

But I don't care right now

Have fun and laugh out loud

Redie

Undead

Redie

Undead

Redie

Undead

Redie

Undead