Songtext von The Hunt

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 Crossing your path on the deathbed of your kin The cold of the underworld now coursing underneath your skin Meeting eyes with the dead, you've welcomed this in Whether in coldest night or a lover's arms There is one reckoning upon which depend The hunt unending lust for bloodletting The black hand of negation is the bow Crossing your path on the deathbed of your kin The cold of the underworld now coursing underneath your skin Meeting eyes with the dead, you've welcomed this in Whether coldest night or in a lover’s arms Upon one reckoning 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 have 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 from out the tree-line, phantasmic hate From the grasp of terror there is no escape Smashed by the hammer, crushed under hoof This death curse forever unearthed