Rage of the Pentahook

In Paraguay there lives a man

Five rusty hooks on his right hand

And rage consumes his every living day

As one against the entire world

His hooks of deadly wrath unfurled

Slashing all the bastards in his way

He fights to die

He lives to kill

To cut your throat

His greatest skill

He'll eat your kids

And punch your house

And set fire to your cat

So we'll raise our hooks up to the sky

And drink to absent friends

Those far away and those who died

Still fighting to the end

Have no fear for life is short

And death will take us all

So when that bastard comes for us

We'll meet him standing tall

Die by the Rage of the Pentahook!

Many legends have been told

Of evil men from days of old

But none of them compare to what he's done

Sadistic psycho through and through

There's nothing nasty he won't do

One time he shot a baby with a gun

He'll break your neck

And eat your face

The foe of all

The human race

He'll stab your mum

And drink your rum

This bastard can't be killed

So we'll raise our hooks up to the sky

And drink to absent friends

Those far away and those who died

Still fighting to the end

Have no fear for life is short

And death will take us all

So when that bastard comes for us

We'll meet him standing tall

Set sail for the twilight hall