Manhunt - Arakain, Ales Brichta, Jiri Urban

They follow up your scent

It’s their favourite hunt

Quarry is near

For starveling pack

They follow up your scent

Searching all around heart

Full at fear

And no way back

They’re near, so near

You hear bloodthirsty howling

It must be hells bent

To have control of bounds

What’s truth, what’s lie

Who will be next

Oh fear, great fear

Machine of power’s rolling

Masters prefer the manhunt …

They follow up your scent …

They’re near, so near.

It must be hells bent …

Oh fear, great fear …

Masters prefer the manhunt …