Hunting The Sacrifice Lyrics

Humans are a game to play

Being moved in any way

Blood that's fresh and I spoiled youth

The virgins are prey to the hunter

Who to pleasure but oneself by hunting them

For the shelf

Thus the man ran way

Destroying the ones causing pain

I find solace in this natural place

Where I rest and count the days

The mountain side I knew as a child

Warped into something so vile

So vile like me and east to set free

For the trees thirst for blood and the mountain demands it's sacrifice

Unbeknownst to me I am of whom they speak

The trees take the souls of wicked men

And torment them in eternal sin

Until the world is at its end

The forest of vile evil will feast on twisted souls