The Hunter

Morning crept upon the hills Scents are running high Another trophy for my wall Your antlers will be mine Royal crown with countless tines Game is in it's prime Two long days well worth the wait Not a waist of time Move against the wind I am near you Waiting for that special time till I see your face Anchor point is always set, buttstock is in place Manual is in my pouch, cather in the rye I've got you in my iron sights, now it's time to die Your lungs out of breath As you're facing certain death Take a life, child's play Evil comes to take you away Come here and taste the pain All your cries, cried out in vain Fall down, it's too late Now it's time to feel my hate Silent Lethal Going insane Oh no, it's coming for me Please God make it stop Go, go away, please leave Oh no, it's coming again It's coming again Silent Lethal Going insane