Hunting gear ready
Knives and Swords in hand
Ready to battle the animals of dread
Setting the traps
Waiting for the kill
Mind is racing
Enjoying the thrill
(Chorus)
Entrapment is thy game
Devious thoughts , hideous being
Survival is your name
Endless thoughts of terror
through the eyes of the insane
Spikes planted in the ground
Panther passes by
It smells fresh blood in veil
Behold, prepare to defend your life
This is the hunter's hell.
Another victim, another meal
How much do you want to have?
Death isn't just served daily
This prowling game doesn't seem nice to society
Repeat Chorus
Burning wood, a scent so good to smell
Fresh beast, a feast to really sell
Charred bones in a pit of stone
Skins of animals laying around the pit on the ground
Behold, thy hunter hears another sound..
He makes his way through the woods
Searching for this unorthodox sound
The full moon is overhead and air is briskly cold,
Pack of wolves appear out of nowhere,
Your terror is about to come to a fold..
Repeat Chorus.
Trying to escape, the wolves pin him down
eating him alive as he cries in terror...
What can you expect?
When death isn't in your favor??
End..
I wrote this one on July 4th, 2003.
