

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse) He’s got vengeance in his eyes, And hatred in his heart. You took everything away from him, And you ripped him apart. Now he’s out for blood, And you know what he’s going to do. He’s out for blood, And he’s got his eyes, yea he’s got his eyes on you (Pre-chorus) There’s nowhere to run, There’s nowhere to hide. There’s no running from the bogeyman, Yea, you are sure to die. (Chorus) You called the Baba Yaga’s name, Now there’s a marker on your soul. Gold coins on your eyelids, High Table wants control. Excommunicado at midnight strikes, The Continental shuts its doors. You lit the fuse, you broke the rules— Now he’s settling the score. (Verse 2) He tried to bury the legend deep, Put the guns beneath the floor. But you stole the last thing that he loved, Now he’s knocking at your door. Suit pressed sharp, tie pulled tight, Walking calm through the flames. Killed three men with a f*cking pencil— And you still forgot his name. Every favor marked in blood, Every debt comes due. When that coin drops on the counter— He’s already coming for you. (Pre-Chorus 2) No one’s coming, No one survives. When his name starts whispering, You’re already out of time. (Chorus) You called the Baba Yaga’s name, Now there’s a marker on your soul. Gold coins on your eyelids, High Table wants control. Excommunicado at midnight strikes, The Continental shuts its doors. You lit the fuse, you broke the rules— Now he’s settling the score. (Bridge – Slow Build) He’s the shadow in the doorway, The silence in the hall. You won’t hear the shot that ends you, You won’t hear it at all. Every bullet’s got a name, Every name carved in stone. You made this war yourself… Now you’re dying alone. (Breakdown / Scream Section) Who did you think he was?! (Just a man!) Who did you think he was?! (Just a man!) No — he’s death in a tailored suit! He’s the nightmare coming after you! You dug the grave! You lit the fuse! Now choke on the hell That you f*cking chose! (Final Chorus – Bigger / Anthem Finish) You called the Baba Yaga’s name, Now the High Table’s watching you. No safe haven, no hotel, No rule left to save you. Excommunicado, world on fire, Every killer wants his crown. But when the smoke and bodies fall— He’s the last one standing ground. You broke the code, you made your choice, Now you face the truth in black— You didn’t kill the Boogeyman… You brought the f*cking legend back.
Tags
Industrial groove metal, male
4:29
No
2/24/2026