The Hunted - Infernal Majesty

They say, a mans future, is predetermined, and he is powerless to intervene

But does that explain, the missing bodies, the tortured souls?

Was it moral deviation from the Gods?

That crippled his soul?

Sowed the seeds, of festering anger, resentment

And tortured him with rage

Towards an unfeeling universe

Driven, by a need to vent

Hatred, hatred, hatred

Driven, by a need to inflict

Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance

Is this simply, your lust for power, your sick perverted form of

self-expression?

Driving, your tendency to murder, the innocent

For they are the victims

And it’s outcome incidental to sadistic purpose

Pleading, you pray for your release, haunted, by your private evil demons

Over, powered, again you loose the fight, killing

Yet another helpless victim

Always dreaming of your capture

Driven, by a need to vent

Hatred, hatred, hatred

Driven, by a need to inflict

Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance

Now, I await your capture, I, can, predict your punishment

Bullets, tearing, apart your body, firing squad, will end your life

Watching, your vile carcass, burning in the chair

Lethal injection killing, rejoicing in your death

Now, I await your capture

Firing squad, will end your life

Watching, your vile carcass

Rejoicing, in your death!

You are, the hunted

I, will, hunt you down

You are, the hunted

I, will, hunt you down