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!
[lead: t. bauer]