Bloodshed lain on a dead landscape, as a hunter stalks his prey
Conflict calls as the night sky falls, and it paves the reapers way
A crushed down carcass in blood pooled scarlet, eternally will lay
When a raw determination meets a beast of depravation, corrupted through by rage
Writhing, seeking, taking, reaping
Strong will breaks
When the monster turns
Its perverted gaze
To the hunter's throat
This is a a song for the beast of the land that fights to keep alive
Here is the power I hold in my hand, the voice I speak for my tribe
This is a song for the men of the land who do what they can to survive
Watch as we lay down the law of the land, that guides us in trying times
Time runs down on the hallowed grounds, where a conflict nears its end
One fights on with a will that's strong, as the other tears and rends
Will victory be within spear's reach, or will the hunter's soul
To the black abyss, become long dismissed, and his life be overthrown
Writhing, seeking, taking, reaping
Strong will breaks
When the monster turns
Its perverted gaze
To the hunter's throat
This is a a song for the beast of the land that fights to keep alive
Here is the power I hold in my hand, the voice I speak for my tribe
This is a song for the men of the land who do what they can to survive
Watch as we lay down the law of the land, that guides us in trying times