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“Well well, a hunter, is it? Ah, tonight theres something different in the air. Men leave as hunters and return as beasts, let there be no doubt. If it moves you can be sure its a beast.

You’ll be one of them, sooner or later…

Oh, whats that smell? The sweet blood… oh, it sings to me.”

I journeyed from a distant land
To marvel at the miracle of blood
Two daughters, and my straw-haired wife
To set out and start a new life

Miraculous, healing every wound
Ministration, intoxicating

But the blood came with a heavy price
A beastly warning, horrible and strange
A horrid scourge, transforming of the mind
Till naught is left but bloodlust

Every night, men venture forth to hunt
And every night, corpses fill the streets
Friends and family, there is no one that’s safe
Even brothers slit the throats of those they loved

We saw monsters everywhere but from within
Hunting shadows at the behest of the church
Drunk with blood we rise up with this nightmare
I am losing my grasp on myself

Are you so gone you don’t recognize my face?
The yellow of my hair, the warmth of my embrace…
Now their fathers gone, he’s lost his will to fight
So I’ll take it on myself, to find him in the night

One night, in the death throes of a hunt
A small figure, familiar and fair
Her blood is sweet, from its place I draw my axe
But wait, that yellow hair…

Sickly creature, may you rest in peace

Umbasa

Slaked with blood, I lower down my axe
“Grant us eyes” I laugh, infected

A lone hunter, cleaver gleaming in the night
At their side, a small music box…

Blinded By Blood

Battle With Avion