The Butcher’s Bill
By MonkTheBard
I hear a clink, was that his chains, axe and hook bashing again
What is that noise getting closer, a brutal roar gives chills all over
“FRESH MEAT!” Oh no! I’m cooked, here comes the Butcher’s hook
The Butcher’s Bill must be paid, so prepare yourselves to be waylaid
I hear the chains, my blood drains, ‘FRESH MEAT!’, oh no, not again
The Butcher’s Bill must be paid, so prepare yourselves to be waylaid
You can run, but you can’t hide, the Butcher has a faster stride
Like the Nemesis in times of yore, he comes for your blood and gore
Even if you survive this round, one day he will put you in the ground
The Butcher’s Bill must be paid, so prepare yourselves to be waylaid
I hear the chains, my blood drains, ‘FRESH MEAT!’, oh no, not again
The Butcher’s Bill must be paid, so prepare yourselves to be waylaid
In life hardcore you must succeed or be remembered for your deeds
But the Butcher will always rise, and if he wins once it’s your demise
In this life eternal, strength will show, if you have no repair bill to go
The Butcher’s Bill must be paid, so prepare yourselves to be waylaid
I hear the chains, my blood drains, ‘FRESH MEAT!’, oh no, not again
The Butcher’s Bill must be paid, so prepare yourselves to be waylaid