Nocturnal Hunt In The Fields

In the hollow hills, I search strategically
For one by one of you
Heaven cries as I hunt the children of the weak, fatal enemy.

So beware of the future
It is no longer safe for you, hypocrites!

I am truly fearful and evil predator
You now can feel behind your back
I hut the determined victim, twist my
Sword into his ribs so he cries out in pain
I finally twist his neck so hard that you can hear the crack.

Feel no mercy when I commit these horrifying sins
I can truly sense and feel the fear in your eyes
They may seem like strong and braveful warriors
But I can look through them.

They are scared to death
they just wait to hear the final crack
In their necks from his strong and mortal arms.

Indeed you must pray for your lives
That is truly your last chance for escaping
This while you are still breathing.

The heavens cry as I grab the victim
Tore his heart out and throw him at the
Cold and we ground on his back.

His eyes make me even more hateful and evil
His fear and his fatal
Stupidity that they show, make me the murderer I am.