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