GO. HUNT. KILL SKULS.

[Verse 1] Out in the shadows of the Boneyard night, Steel and bone in the pale moonlight. Gravediggers creep, blades in hand, Another soul falls by a silent command. Initiation sealed in blood and fear, A random life, erased from here. Pick your casket, dig your grace, Steal the mask, wear the face. [Pre-Chorus] From the gutters of death to the halls of the Damned, They rise with a purpose, with skulls in hand. No mercy, no tears, no turning back— This is the black parade, the final track. [Chorus] Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. Whispers in the dark where the shadows pull. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. A voice from the void with a kill-count soul. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. No law, no love, just death patrol. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. You're in the gang—now dig that hole. [Verse 2] Death Heads bark, Bone Daddies preach, Power in the grave, the soul’s outta reach. Petrovic blood runs cold in veins, Feeding the fire that fuels our chains. Netherworld breathes through ritual screams, Dark magic laced in Superadine dreams. Perez burns and King’s Row bleeds, Skulls spread fast like a curse with needs. [Pre-Chorus] You want power? You want fame? Carve your name in a death cult's game. Dig up death, embrace the black, There’s no salvation—no coming back. [Chorus] Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. Whispers in the dark where the shadows pull. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. A voice from the void with a kill-count soul. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. No law, no love, just death patrol. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. You're in the gang—now dig that hole. [Bridge] (spoken, distorted) Marrow Snap laughs in the crypts below. Marrow Drinker feeds where the brave won’t go. One hero survived—just a ghost in the smoke. Whispers a phrase like the curse he spoke: "Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls." [Breakdown] Atlas Park to Galaxy streets, Drug labs cook where the silence eats. Cops, capes, and rivals fall, They don’t just fight—they devour all. [Final Chorus] Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. From the Boneyard trenches to Kings Row walls. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. You hear the call, you heed the brawls. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. Bleed for the Bone Daddies, heed the thralls. Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls. The cult of death — They stand. We fall. [Outro] Go... Hunt... Kill Skuls... Kill Skuls.