Mistwalker - Bastant Fist Assault

The lights are low on hallowed ground
And war is on the rise
Tape clutched tightly 'round the palms
To clock who you despise

Softening the blow upon your bones
As you deliver pain
Broken necks and cardiac arrest
Given to who you disdain

Bastant fist assault!

Shatter femurs and puncture lungs
In this beastlike melee
Pound the flesh near close to death
'Til life has been waylayed

Righteous fury at arm's reach
Blood spilled on the grass
You never should have fucked with me
Because I kicked your ass

Bastant fist assault!

Bastant fist assault!

Written by:
Greg Sweetapple

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