Taste the Blood

The hunter
The hunted

Enter the lion's den
Flush the ghosts of sacred land
Wielding steel to maim and kill

Into the fray
Your sanity decays
A green inferno
That'll you astray

Disorientation, jungle consumes
Claustrophobia, closing in on you

A gruesome display
Bones pave the way
Brought to the boil
The cauldron awaits

Ambushed, disarmed, bound legs and arms
Strung up and bled, butchered and fed
Bleeding from mouth to the soil
The full circle

So taste the blood
Taste, taste, taste the blood

The hunter
Becomеs the hunted

So taste thе blood
Taste the blood
Taste the blood
Taste, taste, taste the blood