| Are you the food? |
| No we are the hunters!
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| Our names won’t be remembered, If we die like tramples flowers
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| I refuse to be forgotten
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| Written off as less than worthless
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| Scream and cry but none will hear you
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| Plead and beg but none will help you
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| You no longer live as cattle
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| Will you rise and join the battle?
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| There are beings that live off our fear
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| And their words are like knives as they play with our lives
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| They’ll try to control you as if they own you
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| Will you let them steal your freedom?
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| Channel the anger swelling inside you
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| Fight the boundries till you break through
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| Deep in your soul there’s no hesitation
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| So make yourself the one they all fear
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| There is a wild fire inside you
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| Burning desire you can’t extinguish
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| Your crimson arrow rips through the twilight
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| This is the moment for war!
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| Aim your arrow and chase until they fall, don’t let the target get away
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| Heed your arrow and catch up as they fall, crush those standing in your way
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| Draw your bow until it won’t go further back, feel the tension with your fingers
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| Shield until they die, peer into their eyes, see that no signs of life linger
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| There is no need for tools or skills to, mangle your pray or make the kill
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| Only the lust for revenge, honed and waiting to be fullfilled
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| Wir sïnd die jäeger, feverish as the blazing fire
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| Wir sïnd die jäeger, rutheless as the howling arctic winds
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| Wir sïnd die jäeger, soul and arrow one entity
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| Wir sïnd die jäeger, plow through everthing obstacle that’s in your way
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| To change something there must be, something else as a sacrifice
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| To pave the road to victory, one must be ready to pay the price
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| What can be achieved, when we hesitate? |
| Not taking perilous chances
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| So are we leaving it all up to fate?
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| Wild and rash thoughts, they might be for not
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| Even though my courage is blinded still
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| Place your bets, here come the army of freedom
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| Let us running slaves sing in victory
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| Change the hatred towards innustice, to arrows flying accross the abyss
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| He dreams of the taken horizon, yearning for freedom, Eren!
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| The bloodlust that consumes my body, deavouring every fiber of me
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| Bringing them the mauve knell of midnight
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| The bows and arrows of hell |