Hunting Ground

Fuelled by the need to feed, guided by pain I am the hunter from lands unknown, you suffer for gain I gorge in times of war, ripping souls from their flesh The way of the falling sun, all rivers run dry You crawl to the surface All men must find their way from... My hunting ground Victims found (Flee) A cursed sound No mercy shown Carved rocks by the forgotten man, tell a grim tale Past years of suffering, all the crops have failed Unbearable heat, ravaged by disease, easy prey Warning signs of the plagues to come, all herds sent to die You crawl to the surface All men must find their way from... My hunting ground Victims found (Flee) The cursed sound No mercy shown, on the waelstowe I am the chosen one Feed me I am the soulless son Fear me... BLOOD... Dark intent Mind possessed Inner screams Bleeding dry Blood of old Return to dirt... You crawl to the surface All men must find their way from... My hunting ground The cursed sound (Flee) Victims found No mercy shown, on the waelstowe