Gaunt, emaciated, an insatiable lust for flesh Decayed, unclean, spawn of the Devil himself Skin tight-to-the-bone, he's looking pretty angry And he moves – so swift. You cannot take your eyes off him Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride A marvel of height, the menacing fear in your eyes Will prevoke its hunger. The only way out is suicide Skin tight-to-the-bone, he's looking pretty angry And he moves – so swift. You cannot take your eyes off him Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride