Hunting Season

Born - and cursed by birth - there’s always been - the persecutor
Once - he found your track - there’s no escape - he’s drawing nearer

Chorus 1:
Cannot hide
He scents your blood
For days you seem safe but the presence will return
Feel his eyes
On your soul
String from the hidden space and whispering: “You will burn!”

He sees - all you could be - knows what you feel - your darkest thoughts
Strikes - at wicked times - and you are ripe - for your destruction

Chorus 1

Now - shadows closing in
In your neck its hot breath, the way in front is barred
There is no way left to run or hide
Deep in your mind it snaps
Eyes are turning white, limbs begin to twitch
Grab a stone and turn around
To attack!

Stick to your guns and rally up, sweet hunting fever
Deep in your mind the presence dwells, kill the deceiver!
Pick up the track and follow the stench into its lair
The prey becomes the hunter
Attack!

Chorus 2:
Diving through a pool of lies
Listen to your own hellish cries
Neglection of your soul’s demise
It’s hunting season!

Bury your teeth deep into his flesh, sweet demon blood
Blessed the strong, fight for yourself, there is no god!
Tooth and nail, endless savagery, show no mercy
Into the fight for your life
Attack!

Chorus 2