The Game

Running scared, looking to hid
The hunter has you in his sights
Tragic is the end of your life
His objective, is to watch you die

Till the end of the game
With no extra lives
On hard mode, with added pain

Craft your weapon to defend your life
Trigger your primal instincts
Too keep yourself alive
Ambush the enemy, when in sight

Fight to win the game
Suffer as, I have suffered
Let the bloodshed rain