The Hunt - Atrocity

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!

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!