Sarke
Primitive Killing
The moon is leading my pathIn my hand a knife of boneIn the other a ropeFor strangulation, to end itPrey in sightBlood will be shed this nightA moment unpreparedA spear through the neckFalling to the freezing groundShivering, cold, deadInstinct of the livingPrimal huntingDeath is lifePrimitive killing
From Letras Mania