Adrenicide - The Hunter lyrics

Sink to mothers sick world Ripping soars of blackned hate Shadows guide his hand Stills a soul and grips onto a promised fate True d**h awaits Wicked words are whispered Streams in a ghostly sickened dance Thicking time bomb The fuses led, all hope and reasons lost One more life that should not be One more d**h won't set him free One more prayer, more wrath his will Once more free to bind, torture, k** Nailed to the cross in sin Choking a life so innocent His God, his madness He is the sum of all your fears d**h approaches when he nears In a dark room, king of pain Pure lunacy his realm Puppet masters moving string Pull thigh on evil reign Automated play-thing Finger points to a palace of skulls Trophies hang, the hunters prize You become his pray More wrath his will d**h won't set him free More wrath his will Life that should not be More wrath his will d**h won't set him free More wrath his will d**h approaches when he nears