Old Season Prowler
Prowler, fetish for flesh
Under darkness he waits, virgin blood he baits
To complete the cycle
Lying in wait, the seductive moment
Eyes red with desire, cast from the fire
This feast of predators
Haunting - Your life's been sold
Hunted - Your hellish nightmare unfolds
Screams of pain as he cuts you down
Crush your bones, burn you into the ground
Shards of light upon the flesh, creep through the
masses
Infectious first touch, burning lust, it's so precious
Lead them to the jackals, feast, gorge
And savour the dripping blood
Haunting - Your life's been sold
Hunted - Your hellish nightmare unfolds
Screams of pain as he cuts you down
Crush your bones, burn you into the ground
Back in his lair, black stench of death
Trophy flesh shawl, caress
Here in this hell, forged a soul masked in black
Shunned by the light of day, by the light of day
Inside his mind a statue of death
Carved from the stone of his soul
So now your time has come
Just to satisfy
My deepened pain, all life I slay
This deadline for murder
Haunting - Your life's been sold
Hunted - Your hellish nightmare unfolds
Screams of pain as he cuts you down
Crush your bones, burn you into the ground
