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 end

Nervously your skin is turning wet
Merciless I stab you in the back
Steel of sword is reaching tender flesh
Lustfully, I cut your head 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

The hunt is on
Manhunt is on

I slaughter you, I slice your throat apart
I punish you, your never resting 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