The Rockies
Step into the Rockies, where the elevation's steep, Put the cowards in the dirt, put the demons to sleep. I’m a badass motherfucker, stepping out of the gloom, Know my way around a battlefield or any bar room. Riot Starter on the mic, bringing absolute dread, Got the heavyweight hardware aimed straight for the head. It’s a mountain-top massacre, painted in snow, With a hatchet in the flannel, watch the frozen blood flow. [Verse 2] Hear the chainsaw screaming where the oxygen is thin, It’s a high-altitude riot where the wicked begin. Got the grease on my knuckles, wiping blood off the chin, I’m the cold-blooded monster that they’re welcoming in. I’m an off-grid brawler making tracks in the snow, With a crowbar ready for a heavyweight blow. You can pray for a rescue, you can scream, you can shout— (Beat completely drops to dead silence) Step up... f*** around and find out. [The Hook] (Beat explodes back in — High Aggression) Welcome to the slaughter where the avalanche drops, It’s a Rocky Mountain riot and it never gonna stop! Got the paint on the face and the blood on the pine, It’s a Carnival of carnage stepping over the line! Hear the hatchets steady swinging in the sub-zero cold, This is wicked underground, watch the madness unfold! So step to the shadows and pay up the toll, We’re taking the mountain, we’re taking your soul! [Outro] (The beat slowly fades out... leaving just the sound of the freezing wind and a single, heavy footstep crunching in the snow...) "Yeah... welcome to the show." (Silence)
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Step into the Rockies, where the elevation's steep, Put the cowards in the dirt, put the demons to sleep. I’m a badass motherfucker, stepping out of the gloom, Know my way around a battlefield or any bar room. Riot Starter on the mic, bringing absolute dread, Got the heavyweight hardware aimed straight for the head. It’s a mountain-top massacre, painted in snow, With a hatchet in the flannel, watch the frozen blood flow. [Verse 2] Hear the chainsaw screaming where the oxygen is thin, It’s a high-altitude riot where the wicked begin. Got the grease on my knuckles, wiping blood off the chin, I’m the cold-blooded monster that they’re welcoming in. I’m an off-grid brawler making tracks in the snow, With a crowbar ready for a heavyweight blow. You can pray for a rescue, you can scream, you can shout— (Beat completely drops to dead silence) Step up... f*** around and find out. [The Hook] (Beat explodes back in — High Aggression) Welcome to the slaughter where the avalanche drops, It’s a Rocky Mountain riot and it never gonna stop! Got the paint on the face and the blood on the pine, It’s a Carnival of carnage stepping over the line! Hear the hatchets steady swinging in the sub-zero cold, This is wicked underground, watch the madness unfold! So step to the shadows and pay up the toll, We’re taking the mountain, we’re taking your soul! [Outro] (The beat slowly fades out... leaving just the sound of the freezing wind and a single, heavy footstep crunching in the snow...) "Yeah... welcome to the show." (Silence)
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