The Hunt Songtext / Lyric

The taste of blood, the fear of desolation
Becoming one with dying Loose the wolves; run her down
She must not escape
She must not run free
I need her here to die with me She must die

Terror comes; terror reigns
Hunt the heathen
Bring her back again

We will not stop; she will die
We testify
She must die

Terror comes; terror reigns
Hunt the heathen
Bring her back again

The final reward is ripped from your grasp
This right you have earned from living so righteous
The monster has fled and left you to fall
So your final reward will be nothing at all

Hung, drawn and bound
Tortured and condemned to hell
Raise your voices men, the fiend has fled
Grab your torches; tonight we hunt the damned

Run-hide-fear-die

Shake the ground men; she must fear the sound
For there will be no rest, until our quarry is found

Run-hide-fear-die

The final reward is ripped from my grasp
This right I have earned from living so righteous
The demon has fled and left me to fall
So my final reward will be nothing

The taste of blood, the fear of desolation
Becoming one with dying

Terror comes; terror reigns
Hunt the heathen
Bring her back again

The final reward is ripped from your grasp
This right you have earned from living so righteous
The monster has fled and left you to fall
So your final reward will be nothing at all