Death
casts a shadow and it’s passing o’er the mountainside
It spots its prey, crawling below
There’s a rush as it gathers all its strength inside
The hunted shudders under the blow
He gathers his prize to his breast as he flies
To his stronghold high in the sky
It’s always the same in this game it’s the weak who dies
And the hunter returns to his lair
Predator strikes like a switchblade he cuts through the night
Like lightning he burns blue white
As he rises and blinds the light
Now you’re stumbling through the dark maze of life
You feel like the hunted, alone
You sense his eyes and they’re burning deep inside of you
You feel death in your bones
At every turn you’re unsure of the proper path
You’ve lost your way in the maze
Behind ev’ry wall there’s a shadow that falls
You just can’t shake off this craze
Someday you’ll be free of the black snare of life
Someday you will laugh at your fears
The only hunter that you need escape is the Reaper of the years
All of the time you were running from Death
And Death is what has set you free
It’s only after you’ve left life behind
You can open your blind eyes and see
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