The days grow short,
As the killings increase.
The hunters will rise,
To hear your screams.
You may hide,
And you may fight.
But you cannot escape,
The hunter's night.
Red as blood,
A river flows.
Beautiful and lovely.
Like a bleeding rose.
The days grow short,
As the killings increase.
The red river flows,
Carrying your screams.
As the killings increase.
The hunters will rise,
To hear your screams.
You may hide,
And you may fight.
But you cannot escape,
The hunter's night.
Red as blood,
A river flows.
Beautiful and lovely.
Like a bleeding rose.
The days grow short,
As the killings increase.
The red river flows,
Carrying your screams.
