The Hunter

Awake from Cryo-sleep
On a distant star
I have come again
To this foreign land
Some tell wild stories
Known only are its screams
The perfect organism has begun to breed
In a desert world
Of temples ground to dust
Dunes hide the horror
Ready for the hunt
To march into the wastes on a trail of Bleached bones
Grendel will meet justice
By the barrel of my gun

Very survival's a test
Of mind, body and soul

The hunt goes on for days
Under the demon sun
Dehydration worsens
Prey nowhere to be found
Still the march goes on
Beneath this dying star
Stranded navigator
In a sea of sand

When the night comes down
Nightmares come alive

The Hunter
has become the Hunted
The Hunter
Has become the Hunted
Oh
What are you really searching for?

The desert whispers bloody words
Breaking the quiet
Alien claws rise from the sand

Look into the eyes of fear
Take aim and fire your guns

The Hunter
Has become the Hunted
The Hunter
Has become the Hunted
Oh
What are you really searching for?



Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Naso
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