While the black fingers of the night scratch the day to give step to the darkness, the cave return to the life, the creatures of the night wake up of their dream to satiate your appetite, to hunt, to kill all tyrant source of fear.
Hunt to exist and let exist let the night falls and the hour of the gothic hunt.
In the silence a figure crosses the asphalt jungle at eternal night gothic kingdom, full with pain and sorrow... Desperate cries. City submitted by the wickedness. Gunfires, attacks, assassination.
Hunt to exist and let exist let the night falls and the hour of the gothic hunt.
With a fury cry you would break the darkness, it's time to kill the hour of gothic hunt.
You are thirsty of vengeance you want the blood of tyrants it's time to judging them the hour of gothic hunt.
With a fury cry you would break the darkness, it's time to kill the hour of gothic hunt.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.