Ever hunter in the fray Always gaining on its prey Running wild in the night Close behind and out of sight
Cross hairs levelled for the death Grip the trigger hold your breath Right between the eyes it hits Kill it all if it fits
Skin grows cold the night wind blows Turn your face into the pouring rain No one knows friend or foe Until the moment that it's too late A deadly blow the hammers throw Descend to darkness and the burning lake When death comes to the here and now Secrets of the grave lie in wait
Ever hunter on the path Bringing all unto its wrath High upon the cliffs of black Planning its surprise attackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
