Enrique El Cobrador

I left the horse in the dust So many miles ago Slayed scores of men to get this far To knock upon your door You won't escape terminus Crush opponents, drunk with lust Feeding then repeating till you fall I am the skull upon the hill Drenched in blood that I spill Butchering and ticking down the day, hey hey Murdering and dreadful form Shattering and vengeful swarm Savoring the ending of your days The driven horde under whip Broken teeth and bloody lips Cast a foul shadow on your door