Elder Devil - Hellbound

Sweat builds on the forehead of a coward.
Knuckles turn white as fingers clutch to palms.
A bright light on the horizon.
The taste of bile in his throat.
He digs his toes into the sand hoping that it feels better than what lies ahead.

Written by:
Stephen Muir, Jacob Lee

Publisher:
Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.

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