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Dark Hunter
Written 2016
By BleedingInsanity
*AN; please read left to right.*
Heart beating Life fleeting
Flesh tearing Eating
We are eating. Our teeth are carving-
Into you – savoring The blood, bone
Organs and – Beating…
It’s still beating. Your heart is fleeting.
While we are eating. Eating you, prey.
This dark dreary day We couldn’t let you lie
We couldn’t let you by Today you had to die.
Die for us, we must survive To consume is why we strive
For power: for teeth To eat the flesh,
To break you apart To tear out your heart.
We eat you alive; To make dead what was alive.
We are not evil – Just a starving devil.
Sent from Hell to consume Our stomachs is your tomb.
Our essence beckons doom- Our essence beckons death.
It pulses through our blood. Our breath is death,
We are the Reaper. You are the lamb-
We are the slaughter. You are the damned,
Death tolls to our laughter; We are the slaughter.
Tear your flesh like leather Silly rabbit in the heather.
We’ll tear your flesh like leather And eat your bones.
Tear you bit by bit From the flesh to the grit
We eat it all, all of you- You the fool, you the dead.
The Dark Hunter calls! You are the bread.
The Dark Hour Falls! You are the wine.
The Dark Gods Command! The Earth will be mine!
The Dark Army Ascend! The people must eat!
The Dark Hunter Strikes! We must eat!
The Dark Forces Clash! The hearts still beat…
The Dark Hunter Rises! Heart still beating…
The Dark Hunter Stands! Still needs, still eating…
The Dark Hunter Hungers! The masses are screaming!
The Dark Hounds Join! The Hunter is dreaming…
Dreaming of bloody bodies! Dreaming of full bellies…
Dreaming of breaking bones! Dreaming of lonely ones…
Dreaming of eating them! Dreaming of eating you.
We eat it all, all of you- You the fool, you the dead.
Tear you to bit by bit From the flesh to the grit
We’ll tear your flesh like leather And eat your bones.
Tear your flesh like leather Silly rabbit in the heather.
Death comes to our laughter; We slaughter.
We are the slaughter. You are the damned,
We are the Reaper. You are the lamb-
It pulses through our blood. Our breath is death,
Our essence beckons doom- Our essence beckons death.
Sent from Hell to consume Our stomachs is your tomb.
We are evil – A starving devil.
We eat you alive; To make dead what was alive.
To break you apart To tear out your heart.
The power of our teeth Why we eat the flesh,
So die for us, we must survive To consume is how we strive.
We won’t let you by Today you have to die.
This dark dreary day We won’t let you lie
When we are eating. Eating you, prey.
It will still be beating. Your heart still beating.
Beating… Eating organs and –
Bone, blood like wine Savoring
We are eating. Our teeth are carving you
Flesh tearing Eating
Heart beating Life fleeting
We are the Dark Hunter, Dark Hounds who need no slumber.
We are the eaters of man, our paws hit the earth like thunder.
We are to eat; to eat man, Hounds from the dark lands.
The world at our wake, is a world where no man stands.
The Dark Hounds are out, The Dark Hunter is seeking.
The Dark Hunter is hungry.
Craves the flesh. Not just any flesh
Your flesh The Dark Hunter is Coming!
He comes for you He dreams of tearing you in two
And eating your flesh to the grit To tear you bit by bit.
His essence, his breath He is doom, he is death.
You are the lamb His stomach is your tomb
His evil laughter Brings upon the slaughter
Death shall not falter To follow this Reaper
He is hungry Hungry for the flesh
Hungry for hearts Hearts still beating
Beating, fleeting Hearts of the dying.
Heart beating Life fleeting
Flesh tearing Eating
We are the Dark Hunter, Dark Hounds who need no slumber.
We are the eaters of man, Our paws hit the earth like thunder.
We are to eat; to eat man, Hounds from the dark lands.
The world at our wake, Is a world where no man stands.
We eat you alive; To make dead what was alive.
We are evil – A starving devil.
Sent from Hell to consume
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