Are you the food? No, we are the hunters!
Not knowing the name of the trampled flower.
The fallen bird yearns for the wind to come.
No matter how much you pray, nothing will change.
What changes right now is the determination to fight.
You pigs who laugh at our willingness,
to climb over and advance.
Your peace is that of livestock,
a false posterity,
give freedom to the starved wolves!
The humiliation of captivity leads to a shot in reprisal.
Beyond the walls of the city,
the hunter slaughters their pray.
A burning urge to kill,
surges through his body,
he peirces the twilight.
With his crimson bow and arrow.
We are the hunters,
as passionate as flames.
We are the hunters,
as cold as ice.
We are the hunters.
Put everything you have into this arrow.
We are the hunters.
Peirce trough everything as you go on.
The absurdity placed before us,
is our cue to attack.
Deprived of the horizon.
Tyron desires his freedom.
With a relentless urge to kill,
invading his body.
Carrying violet to darkness,
with an arrow from hell.
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