All Heads Will Turn To The Hunt 歌词

A chill that rush cold to the bone Ripping of flesh starts to unfold Screams echo out in the night The ritual begins, raise the torch high The thrill of it seeps to your spine Your mind rages fullforce runs wild Searing winds rip at your flesh To fight for your life your last quest Royal chase or untimely death Knowing this could be your last breath The thrill of it to see who wins Or will it start all over again All heads will turn to the hunt I am the chosen one, I am their prey Ripping my flesh, my nightmare unfolds Screams echo, the forest darkness sets I must run from those who find pleasure in death