Balm For Your Affliction, Child!
Man, R.I.P. Jim French
I am father Grigori
This town is dark and gory
I take my rifle and I lighten it and that's my story
The word of God is holy
My hale of bullets pouring
My inner psyche's sick and twisted
Inner voices warring
This was my home and now it's hell on earth
These zombies rush them
I turned a car into an elevator and I crush them
I used a spinning propeller to slice their ass in two
I'm Ravenholm's mad monk
Who the fuck are you?