Dreamlore Degenerate - Dark Tranquillity

For thou sweepst me

In thy ribe if guill

With garments forged

In spiteful steel

No tainted pride

Shall make conviction cease

None shall be unto thee proven

Worthy of thy outmost fear

Let alone the silent longing

Instinct shun the ones you dear

As the hunter boldly stalks his prey

Intoxicated

Conviction reigns where truth might sway

Intimidated

Silence the bore

Shun the ones you dear

The hunt is over

So the feast begins

What feast is enduring

When all is said and done

Everchange of hearts

The hunter’s reason fail

The hunt is treason

The hunt is over

So the feast begins

Why search for endurance

When all is said and done?