Jorge Rivera-Herrans
Polyphemus [Cut ver.]
[POLYPHEMUS]
Demons, you don't know what mean is
Mess with Polyphemus, see this world turn red
Strangers, you don't know the danger
I present when angered, I will have your heads
Demons, look how hurt my sheep is
You cut him to pieces, he is dead
Demons, you don't know what mean is
Mess with Polyphemus, things turn red
Blood, guts, mud, husks, bones, flesh, corpses, death