Lyrics de Athanator - Gothic Hunt del album Raise the Death(2002)

Athanator - Gothic Hunt



While the black fingers
of the night
scratch the day to give step to the darkness,
the cave return
to the life,
the creatures of the night wake up of their dream
to satiate
your appetite,
to hunt, to kill all tyrant source of fear.

Hunt to exist
and let exist
let the night falls and the hour of the gothic hunt.

In the silence a
figure crosses the asphalt jungle at eternal night
gothic kingdom,
full with pain and sorrow... Desperate cries.
City submitted
by the wickedness. Gunfires, attacks, assassination.

Hunt to exist
and let exist
let the night falls and the hour of the gothic hunt.

With a fury cry
you would break the darkness,
it's time to kill
the hour of gothic hunt.

You are thirsty of vengeance
you want the blood of tyrants
it's time to judging them
the hour of gothic hunt.

With a fury cry
you would break the darkness,
it's time to kill
the hour of gothic hunt.