A species due for cleansing, your blood will coat the earth
No matter where you run to, the hounds will hunt you down
Marked for death
One by one, till the deed is done
Gaze upon my work
The end must come for your perpetual existence
Martyrs from hell guide them to extinction
For they say, no rest for the wicked
My hunt will be profound
So feeble, too weak
I know where you fucking sleep
Only Death will reign supreme
On your knees, bleed for me