[Intro]
Privet amerikanets, dobro pozhalovat v gulag
Did you hear comrade?
They have some sort of zver
They let the prisoners fight it
But it cannot be killed
Ah!
[Chorus: Russian Demogorgon (Aaron Fraser-Nash)]
You really think you can beat the Demogorgon?
Go ahead and swing your little weapons
Row on row of razor sharp teeth
Bite your head clean off and watch the body bleed
You really think you can beat the Demogorgon?
Weak attacks, you'll only kill me with boredom
You can't beat the Demogorgon?
[Verse 1: Russian Demogorgon (Aaron Fraser-Nash)]
You heard the rumors goin' 'round?
You hear the scream from the undеrground?
Did you hear what the soviets found?
Somе sort of monster that can't be downed
It's all true, witness what the 'Gorgon can do
Picked a grown man up with one hand and threw
Took gunshots like they're nerfs, pew pew
Chomp down on a head and chew
Warm 'em up, fill 'em up, line them up, let 'em out
Beat 'em up, chop and cut, bones snap crackle pop
'Till the blood throws up, limbs and guts thrown about
Weak little beings, please fight, don't give up now
My primal instincts being hunting and killing
I smell blood from a far, and I just start running
There's only one thing that could slow my pursuing
Fire and a hopper, I hope he don't start swinging
Privet amerikanets, dobro pozhalovat v gulag
Did you hear comrade?
They have some sort of zver
They let the prisoners fight it
But it cannot be killed
Ah!
[Chorus: Russian Demogorgon (Aaron Fraser-Nash)]
You really think you can beat the Demogorgon?
Go ahead and swing your little weapons
Row on row of razor sharp teeth
Bite your head clean off and watch the body bleed
You really think you can beat the Demogorgon?
Weak attacks, you'll only kill me with boredom
You can't beat the Demogorgon?
[Verse 1: Russian Demogorgon (Aaron Fraser-Nash)]
You heard the rumors goin' 'round?
You hear the scream from the undеrground?
Did you hear what the soviets found?
Somе sort of monster that can't be downed
It's all true, witness what the 'Gorgon can do
Picked a grown man up with one hand and threw
Took gunshots like they're nerfs, pew pew
Chomp down on a head and chew
Warm 'em up, fill 'em up, line them up, let 'em out
Beat 'em up, chop and cut, bones snap crackle pop
'Till the blood throws up, limbs and guts thrown about
Weak little beings, please fight, don't give up now
My primal instincts being hunting and killing
I smell blood from a far, and I just start running
There's only one thing that could slow my pursuing
Fire and a hopper, I hope he don't start swinging
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