It’s the night of the hunter. It’s the night of the long knives. It’s the night of the hunter and you can justify all that you like. Sleep tight, this snowy night, for Spring, you will never see again. Say goodbye to your awful wives. Bid farewell to your awful friends. I’m twenty steps from the jugular. I’m twenty steps from the death. I’m twenty steps from the funeral. I’m twenty steps from your last breath. The shadow falls on the abbatoir gates as you leave with the stench on your hands. I am here with a cigarette bait. I am here to asphyxiate. It’s the night of the hunter. It’s the night of the long knives. It’s the night of the hunter and you can justify all you like. The laugh you spew on the landscape as you erase it of the gentle hare will be your last on this landscape, will be your last anywhere. Matador, bear baiter, butcher, hare courser, value your life while you can.