friends are all gone You're dying to see me give up My life is a trip on a carnival ride You're dying to see me get out Get out...I'm hunting for you
water 'round be bubblin', when off holy head wished meself was dead or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin one two three four five hunt
defend the honour of Mother Earth. The priceless lives of yours breathless be buried under withered leaves. This is our path, our holy ground. We defend
houses collapsed to the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted
There's a hole in the sky Where the rain is falling The rain is falling, but I Now we're living In the lion's den Time to wake Time for hunting again
hundred years on Heresy a different route From mother church in Rome See us, we're hurting no-one Why can't you leave us alone Hunted Persued Burnt
tears the mighty steel shining in my hands we march and honor our brothers victims of Kron's evil plan We cross the lakes of the holy woods to reach
me bubbling; When off holy head I wished myself was dead, Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin, One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare
Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's Bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition
tears The mighty steel shining in my hands We march and honor our brothers Victims of Kron's evil plan We cross the lakes of the holy woods To reach
: Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition
