Manhunt

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 …