But in the dark primordial night where superstitions run amok
Ancient pagan fears lashing you with tongues of fire
Naught but sheep we are
As the wild hunt rages on
Running in our dreams
Through thick foliage in forgotten woods
By the bleeding witching moon
Frantically fleeing through the darkness that abounds
As panting hunters stalk
Wolves
Stalking in the night
Baying to tease and torture their prey
A moment’s realization
That prey is you
Howling at the moon
Saliva dripping off canines
Eyes blazing in the misty night
Breath comes out in frozen vapors
The hunger takes corporeal form
Wolves
Stalking in the night
Baying to rease and torture their prey
Running with the pack
Make the weak bleed
Feast on the flesh of their victims
Wild and free
Take what we want, victorious!
The hunters are death incarnate
The hunt is on, it’s not a dream
Run for your life as the hunters come for you
Branches scratch and hit your face
Terror grips you very soul
You stumble and get up again
You feel that death is closing in
Under the bleeding moon the hunt is on and you are the prey
Only this time the wolves bear human form…
Under the bleeding moon the hunt is on and you are the prey
Howling at the moon
The hunters come for you
Petrified with fear
Your run for your life
Rustling in the bush
Terror chills your spine
The hunger takes corporeal form
Mind-flaying brutal technical death metal that will pulverize you to smithereens while its complex structures stun your cerebral cortex. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2022