As the blood moon rises The beast begin to prowl As a hunter I must follow my one true call To end this blight To end this everlasting night I must take to the streets And patrol, for the time is nigh
Bless us with blood and Prey for a good hunt Hang your lanterns To keep the heathens at bay tonight
As the moon grows they get stronger The unborn one’s their true master The vacuous one protects him He keeps the dwelling locked up tight My fellow hunters begin to turn now They’ve become infected by this blight They’ve turned against us, against the church The heathens, all must die
The night calls for bloodshed The people call for pain I will return with my trophies the heads of whom I’ve slain The bringer of sorrow Will cleanse us, this night The heathens will be tortured Strangled and slain
Bless us with blood Prey for a good hunt For the beasts, they will dine On our fair city tonight
As the moon grows they get stronger The unborn one’s their true master The vacuous one protects him He keeps the dwelling locked up tight My fellow hunters begin to turn now They’ve become infected by this blight They’ve turned against us, against the church The heathens, all must dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
