The Saint of Killers Lyrics

Album: Division

Seven footer demon

Seven hells' beast

Risen from his slumber

For a killing feast

Gun slinging vengeance

Patron of the kill

Born in the cauldron of hatred

Bowing to its will

Singular desire

By divine decree

Bring the Priest to justice

His power can't be free

Silence the blasphemer

End his vanity

Damn this Wasteland hero

For eternity

For all these ages you been hiding

Both our fates have slowly been deciding

In this holy field to win the war

And see whose glory will be shining

For all these ages you been hiding

Both our fates have slowly been deciding

In this holy field to shed our blood

And see whose glory will be shining