Trenchgrinder - The Hunt lyrics

High on sanguine wine I ride at the side of the horse of might Across the landscape, both forest and hillside Those that value their life beware the sight The hunt unending Lust for bloodletting The black hand of negation is the bow Crossing your path On the d**hbed of your kin The cold of the underworld Now coursing underneath your skin Meeting eyes with the dead, you've welcomed this in Whether on coldest night or in a lover's arms There is one reckoning upon which depend Dragged from slumber A legend of vengeance and doom Awake in the marshland Reaping elder on foot and infant in womb In pride and folly You've stirred what should have been left No mark of protection Can slow what comes for you from the depths With hunt unerring Undying visceral lust The black jaws have opened to swallow your soul Down through darkness Through the timeless invincible black When entropy smothers There is no way back Crossing your path On the d**hbed of your kin The cold of the underworld Now coursing underneath your skin From out the treeline, phantasmic hate From the grasp of terror there is no escape Smashed by the hammer, crushed under hoof This d**h curse forever unearthed