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Sitting up in bed when the sun setsThe room is such a messKeep it darker than the cryptRumble in my stomachWreak of garlic and incenseStumble from the bedI dreamed of monsters againSharpen my instrumentsas part of my dilligencePolishing springs and pinsHardens the killer instinctDarkness slips in.I stalk them in the mist.And walk the empty citylooking for my nemesisI'm a vampire hunter. A bounty killerI know my way around and I'm bound to deliverI've lived among the parasites for more than half my lifeStudied their evil patterns, habits and appetitesI'm a Hunter.Land in the city with a caravan of gypsiesWho hand me crucifixes and whisper their superstitionI keep it moving in tune with the moon's positionSetup with a smooth precision,SongtexteEvery night's a new mission.I lift the lids of these stale boxes of dirtbecause I put stake in heartand faith in hard workNow watch their snake eyesAwake in surprise as they dieCut out the heart and burn it at the gravesideSay goodbye.I'm saving lives and the pay is fine, besidesThe truth is I get a thrillWhen it comes to the killing timeI'm a vampire hunter. A bounty killerI know my way around and I'm bound to deliverI've lived among the parasites for more than half my lifeStudied their evil patterns, habits and appetitesI'm a Hunter.They're not humanNot the people you rememberThey are the cannibal, The beast, The undead, The predatorThey are disease, They feed off deathBut there's a sacred mutilationthat will lay them to restYou need a vampire hunter, a bounty killerwho knows his way around and is bound to deliverwho's lived among the parasites for more than half his lifestudied their evil habits, patterns and appetites."I wear my sunglasses at night,"I don't know whyI'm just sensitive to the lightWhen I was young I hadsuch a strong sense of wrong and rightThem days are goneLife is long, not foreverright? (right.)These silver bullets pack a helluva biteBut I ain't never been the sucka type(still i get bloody like)The incident that happened down in Exeter townWhere the daughter of George Brownwouldn't rest in the ground.We had a posse of men,Even the Providence Pressdug up the bodyand cut out the black heart from her chest.Less than a month laterher older brother was deadand I was wanted by the courtto explain what I did.So,I ran away and hid in the next citybut something of the strange events must've stayed with meMade me face the mirror for a moment to questionImagine my surprise when I sawno reflection. Aus Songtexte Mania