Blood I
Tasted
Gives strengh that I have praised at
Can't Wait
Much longer
So who will quench my hunger?
Now...

Let me tell you a Story
Of one youngster
that was searching for glory
but became the monster
For me it's just a game
In which I'm hunter
Your role to pray
My role to slaughter [bad word]  run [bad word]  run [bad word] and scream for your [bad word] my rabbit to your habbit
Tun cause it's nowhere to hide

Stop!
My strengh became my trap
And I don't want to
Feel, what I feel
Foes
And hunger only grows
But not insizing
Magnatizing me...

Look at me!
Look at me!
Tell me what do you see.
Is it man,
Or it's something that I shouldn't be?

I can smell
You're afraid(или Deepest fear)
Even if you far away
And I will
Hunt you down
Doesn't matter [bad word]  or you stay.