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 smash you down
I cut you,slash you til 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 neverresting 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 !
Writer(s): Jan M F Renders, R Aarts
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