Bountyhunter کے بول

There seems to be - A price on my head Who could it be - That wants me dead? The more you chase me - The faster I'll run Soon face to face - Eager to get it done This mountain was too high For a mortal to climb Risking it all now, falling down You claim my soul to be yours You crave to own the very source Just leave me ripped and torn None of us were told - What it'd be like Sometimes in a role - Of just being polite There's a basic need - Significant to human nature A will to proceed - No matter what it takes For each breaking dawn - New strength is gained I am no longer a pawn - In your wicked game