Lyrics
Skin grows cold the night wind blows, running wild in the night, close behind and out of sight
bringing all unto its wrath
No one knows friend or foe, turn your face into the pouring rain Castle, planning its surprise attack
bringing all unto its wrath
turn your face into the pouring rain
Ever hunter in the fray, bringing all unto its wrath
kill it all if it fits
High upon the cliffs of black, close behind and out of sight, ever hunter on the path
skin grows cold the night wind blows
Grip the trigger hold your breath, bringing all unto its wrath Hunter, running wild in the night
Ever hunter in the fray, high upon the cliffs of black
high upon the cliffs of black
Right between the eyes it hits, bringing all unto its wrath
Cross hairs leveled for the death, bringing all unto its wrath Castle, secrets of the grave lie in wait
cross hairs leveled for the death
always gaining on its prey
Always gaining on its prey, bringing all unto its wrath
Close behind and out of sight, high upon the cliffs of black
Close behind and out of sight, always gaining on its prey
turn your face into the pouring rain
Always gaining on its prey, high upon the cliffs of black