Cannibal Corpse Skull Fragment Armor
Adversaries will cower In the wake of his appearance Clad with remains of their friends
Bludgeoning them with power As they strain to make a defense The bringer of death descends
Skull fragment armor It's a trophy of war
Pieces of cleft craniums shield the gore
Towering clad in bone Cranial plate mail spattered With the blood and brains of the foe
Murdering dozens alone Countless skeletons shattered Rivers of fresh blood will flow
Skull fragment armor Designed by the cruel
Decimation is the only rule
Hewing through a frightened face His rotting visage gleaming Demented lust for violence and pain
Impervious to counter-strikes He mangles without feeling Only satisfied when all he sees are slain
Another head collapses His spiked club dripping brain Torrents of blood are gushing from the hole
Towering over corpses Nothing here still living He begins to scavenge, a killer with no soul
Skull fragment armor Is a trophy of war