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They follow up your scent
It's their favourite hunt
Quarry is near
For starveling pack
They follow up your scent
Searching all around heart
Full at fear
And no way back
They're near, so near
You hear bloodthirsty howling
It must be hells bent
To have control of bounds
What's truth, what's lie
Who will be next
Oh fear, great fear
Machine of power's rolling
Masters prefer the manhunt
They follow up your scent
They're near, so near
It must be hells bent
Oh fear, great fear
Masters prefer the manhunt
