All Heads Will Turn To The Hunt

A chill that rush cold to the bone

Ripping of flesh starts to unfold

Screams echo out in the night

The ritual begins, raise the torch high

The thrill of it seeps to your spine

Your mind rages fullforce runs wild

Searing winds rip at your flesh

To fight for your life your last quest

Royal chase or untimely death

Knowing this could be your last breath

The thrill of it to see who wins

Or will it start all over again

All heads will turn to the hunt

I am the chosen one, I am their prey

Ripping my flesh, my nightmare unfolds

Screams echo, the forest darkness sets

I must run from those who find pleasure in death