Spearfinger - Bloody Hammers

Hunter born

Pursue the weak

No remorse to be gave

Face adorned with stains of blood

From the lives she’s claimed

Crows departing frantically

Don’t make the slightest sound

Take your cover she’s drawing near

As thunder shakes the ground

Turn and forsake

Save every soul Spearfinger takes

Hide in dismay

Save every soul Spearfinger takes now

Shroud of fog

Flesh of stone

Master of disguise

Piercing flesh

Velocity

Her feast is your demise

Hounds are howling frantically

Don’t make the slightest sound

Take your cover she’s drawing near

As thunder shakes the ground