Son of Wallachia

those arriving from the city cannot
understand the feelings of a hunter
we go to the end of the process
dawn begins to emerge
you are now my guest
is doomed to never leave
a decrept body
canding in victorian lanos
no neutralizes evil
bringing blood and death in hands
you will feel the pleasure that consumes me in killing. 2x

let me tell you an old story
past an father to son like whispers
a secret kept in a putrified heart
a noble son of wallachia
i carry the burden of being
and they saw i become the hunter
i appreciate and slow and sweet ride from death

what defines us as animals
no progress neutralizes evil
wandering to wards unexplored lands
bring blood and death in hands
is doomed to never leave and if i fall
if darkness that haunts us reaches me and feel
and if the demon that i hide comes loose



Credits
Writer(s): André Martins, Joyffer Colman, Rodrigo Lacerda
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