The moon is leading my path
In my hand a knife of bone
In the other a rope
For strangulation, to end it
Prey in sight
Blood will be shed this night
A moment unprepared
A spear through the neck
Falling to the freezing ground
Shivering, cold, dead
Instinct of the living
Primal hunting
Death is life
Primitive killing
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
