The Hunt

Sinful i have taken life by life

Mortality a gift you have to make

Blood and sweat is the nourishment

Bloody victim the hunt is your painful eend

Nervously your skin is turning wet

Merciless i stab you in the back

Steel of sword is reaching tender flesh

Lustfully i cut your hear from neck

Panic, butcher

Bleeding for my need

Never enter my hunting-ground

`cause i get you and i smash you down

I cut you, slash you till your death

I slice your heart and steal your breath

The hunt is on!

Manhunt is on!

I slaughter you, i slice your throat apart

I punish you, your neverreesting soul

Gruesome, black and obscure night

Entirely i have given death's delight

Panic, butcher

Bleeding for my need

You and me - the chosen ones

The hunt is on!