| Bloodthirsty sadists seek out their sick fun,
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| now the ritual of death has fucking begun,
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| in a so called «sport» you pursue in your leisure,
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| you maim and you torture and kill for your pleasure.
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| You’ve taken a life that is worth more than your own
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| our hatred for you has grown and grown,
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| for the innocent life you have taken away,
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| revenge will be sweet, with your life you will pay.
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| Screams pierce the silence as another kill is made.
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| Another innocent victim is sent to an early grave.
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| The valleys echo painfully to the sound of tortured death,
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| The voice of terror screaming with final bated-breath.
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| Hounds they rip and tear at the bloody, lifeless form.
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| The signal for the kill is blown on the huntsman’s horn.
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| The ground runs red with blood as the faceless bastards smile.
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| Another death sentence is passed without a fucking trial.
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| So get out in the fields, the bastards must be stopped,
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| Oppose their senseless slaughter, now’s the time to act.
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| The hunters have just one aim — everything must die,
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| So sab the hunt and show them — it’s their end that’s nigh. |