The Hunter

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A cloak of darkness, a steed of death
He’s come to hunt you down
A sword of blood, a hand of iron
A gaze that’s cold as ice

A pack of hounds, a horn blows on the heath
He’s come to hunt you down
A blade in your flesh, a life in your death
Spilling blood will suffice

No mercy from his blade, take you to the grave
He’s come to hunt you down
In this waking nightmare, skull beneath the skin
A soul into a cage

‘Cause he’ll hunt you down without mercy
He’ll hunt you down through night and day
Hunt you down in ice-cold fury
This nightmare’s here to stay

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