Frontbeast

A smell of rottenness in the air, the mud is fuckin' deep

His body is a living wreck to kill is what he seeks

East Front, West Front, his profession is to fight

His finger on the trigger, his eye right by the side

Nobody ever stops him 'cos Satan is in his brain

Breakin' loose without a chain

He's the last of hundreds, hatred is written in his eyes

He's got no mercy and no remorse, the Devil in disguise

Nobody ever stops him, Satan is in his brain

Breakin' loose without a chain

Front Beast