Heathen




As the blood moon rises
The beast begin to prowl
As a hunter I must follow
my one true call
To end this blight
To end this everlasting night
I must take to the streets
And patrol, for the time is nigh



Bless us with blood and
Prey for a good hunt
Hang your lanterns
To keep the heathens at bay tonight



As the moon grows they get stronger
The unborn one’s their true master
The vacuous one protects him
He keeps the dwelling locked up tight
My fellow hunters begin to turn now
They’ve become infected by this blight
They’ve turned against us, against the church
The heathens, all must die




The night calls for bloodshed
The people call for pain
I will return with my trophies
the heads of whom I’ve slain
The bringer of sorrow
Will cleanse us, this night
The heathens will be tortured
Strangled and slain

Bless us with blood
Prey for a good hunt
For the beasts, they will dine
On our fair city tonight
As the moon grows they get stronger
The unborn one’s their true master
The vacuous one protects him
He keeps the dwelling locked up tight
My fellow hunters begin to turn now
They’ve become infected by this blight
They’ve turned against us, against the church
The heathens, all must die